I’m about to lose my mind.

Okay, maybe I already lost it.

First, I just finished a book – if you follow me on GoodReads, you probably know by now that I finished two yesterday (when I’m typing this), and so… yeah. This is what I’m shook about presently. Books are so good sometimes… and you’ll read about those in a few weeks!!

Second, my thumb nail got broken off sometime a few days ago, maybe Saturday, and it has me very, very frustrated.

For a normal person who probably keeps their nails super short and trimmed, it’s no big deal. For me? I’ve never been normal and I grow my nails long – pretty sure I’ve posted about this before so you’re probably like wow, this again? Pretty much, yeah.

I broke a nail, I’m losing my mind, I want it to grow back quickly so I can type normally.

I don’t regularly trim my nails. I do it when they’re really bad looking or making my life difficult – getting hung up on towels, blankets or my hair, the main culprits. Once you get so low, you can’t just keep trimming. I’m at that point with my thumb. I’m not trimming it any further than where it broke off. It’s driving me nuts as is. I can’t type, I feel funny, constantly conscious of it not being there.

That’s pretty much is for my second point though.

Perhaps you thought, since I didn’t say how many things this post would be about and being that I’ve pointed out two, that there would be a third. You thought wrong today.

Thanks for stopping by! Have a great week!!