Thursday, November 29, 2007

Nails that speak volumes

My hands look awful. Every nail's a different length, some are jagged, the cuticles are ragged and bloody. If my doctor needs any proof of how bad I'm feeling, all he has to do is look at my hands; as I've mentioned before, the state of my manicure is a pretty good marker for my mood.

I keep remembering how Jerusha told me, after I gained all the weight, how much "meatier" my hands looked. It's a matter of some pride to me that even if my hands are fat, like the rest of me, at least they're neatly groomed. But I haven't been able to give myself a manicure in weeks, and it really, really shows.
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