I always thought I'd be a grown up when I grew up

7 nails down; 3 to go. I'm levering them off with a knife.

I can't do any of the things I enjoy, except reading stuff and picking my nose, and I'm even getting fretful about being unable to do housework. Anything that inspires insanity on that level needs to be taken out & shot.

I'll wear the chain ones at Whitby; other than that, I'll just have to find some other way of bimboing myself.