I broke a nail
Happy day after the Fourth of July! I hope everyone's holiday weekend was safe & I enjoyable. As for me, I spent the entire day perched in front of the television, watching the MONK marathon on USA. I love that show! I was a little disappointed they didn't show more of the older episodes that I hadn't seen in a while, but that's okay.
The strangest thing is going on with me. I'm having trouble typing. And this is after I was already having trouble typing, but I think I'm getting worse instead of better. See, when I was little, I used to bite my nails. So when I stopped doing that & began to let my nails grow, I really let them grow. I don't do manicures & rarely even paint them, but I also won't cut or trim them unless I have a chip or break that can't be ignored. (You know, when they catch on things or are broken into the quick so that they hurt.) Which basically means that I walk around on a regular basis with my nails all different lengths. And some of them get pretty darn long. I get asked all the time, "Are your nails real?" Of course, I say yes, but I also show people how uneven they are. If they were fake, they would either all be the same length or my manicurtist would have some 'splainin' to do.
Anyway, the nails on my right hand have been pretty short for a while, but the ones on my left hand have been growing like weeds...one was just over half an inch long, the other just under--yes, I measured :-P...& making it increasingly difficult to type. They slip down between the keys of my keyboard, get stuck, or hit the t when I'm going for an f. But would I cut them? Even trim them down a little? Hell, no.
But then it began... Like dominoes, they started to break, & there was no stopping them. I was getting into bed the other night & I must have cracked into something because when I looked, the middle fingernail was broken halfway across. And all the way down to the quick, of course. Well, shoot. But, okay, I'd kind of been not only expecting, but waiting for it to happen, so I got out my clippers & cut it off. The next morning, I noticed the nail on my ring finger was also cracked pretty far down, & later the index one. So that's it, they're all gone. And in a way, I was relieved, thinking that I would finally be able to type faster & with fewer mistakes.
Ha! I have had more trouble typing since they broke off than before. I must have gotten used to holding my hands differently on the keyboard to make room for them or something, because I'm making just as many mistakes now & even missing keys when I mean to hit them. What is with that? I guess having short nails again--at least on that hand--is going to take some getting used to. And to top it all off, I'll have stubby, ugly little things for the RWA conference at the end of the month, darn it. I could paint them, but that would probably only draw more attention to how short they are.
Oh, well. I've always claimed I don't care about my nails, so I guess now is the time to put up or shut up. But I sure hope I get better at the typing soon. All this retyping & running SpellCheck is getting ridiculous.
