quit biting my nails

On Sunday I sat through a four-hour info session at church. I got bored. You do the math.

I was at the mall tonight looking for “newscaster” jewelry (see #42), when this woman ambushed me from a kiosk. The next thing I knew, she was squirting lotion on my hands and buffing my nails. I got suckered into buying $40+ worth of nail buffing paraphernalia.

The main reason I did it is because I’m trying to stop biting my nails. I thought maybe if they looked nicer, I’d treat them more nicely. Plus I don’t want them to look like crap for the movie shoot tomorrow. Only now it’s midnight, so I must choose between buffing my nails and sleeping.

I’ll take “Sleeping” for $500, Alex.

I’ve quit before, so I know I have the will power to not bite my nails. But as the other goals on this list begin to frustrate me, I know I’ll be tempted to bite again.

But as of today, that’s it. I’m going cold turkey.

I’ve quit before, so I know I have the will power to not bite my nails. But as the other goals on this list begin to frustrate me, I know I’ll be tempted to bite again.

But as of today, that’s it. I’m going cold turkey.