Paging Howard Hughes

My nails are so long, I could type from across the room and probably be as accurate as I am now. My nails have never been this long in my whole life. It is intriguing, yet very annoying. Looking forward to getting this attended to tomorrow.

(Yes, I get my nails "done", as I have said before, which is completely inconsistent with my 52 years previous to starting this routine four years ago, but the fact is, I have deformed-like nails, and getting this gel thing done to them makes me look like I have human hands. It makes my otherwise soft, bendy nails so hard that I can't cut them myself. So that's my story.)

Anyway, after school today, the Hubs and I took a ride and visited R in her new house, which she does not live in yet (although the GF does) but she was there waiting for the cable. It's a cute little box of an old New Jersey type cottage, with old wood floors and goofy ceilings in every room. The bedrooms are small, the dining room and kitchen are big. It really needs her furniture and her touch to make it come together, because right now it looks like your basic boy's house: there are weights and basketballs in the dining room, and blinds, but no curtains, on the windows.

I am such a good girl tonight. My lunch is ready for tomorrow and my clothes are laid out and I've even done the eye thing I'm supposed to do every night (warm compress for five minutes) and put on the night-time moisturizer and everything. All I have to do now is stay awake for another hour and half until Lost comes on. Oy.



TWO AND A HALF MEN :: ENTRY #1984
READING: Their Eyes Were Watching God by Zora Neale Hurston