hurray for short nails!

who would have thought that such a mundane affair would make me so happy. a combination of a bad memory and procrastination have allowed me to grow my nails to an unsightly length. of course it never got this nasty, but it was just unkempt enough for it to irk me and make me wonder if anyone who glanced at my hands would go "gross, he should cut his nails"

i just realized that i feel a sense of achievement for completing the simple task of taking the nail clipper out of my bathroom cabinet and trimming my nails back to neatness in all of three minutes.

i am a sad sad man, but my nails are cut.

yay!