Bird droppings on ma arm, a broken nail, ice cream stains, and tha bottom of a pen missin'. Definitely not one of ma luckiest days...
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Ma fingertips feel new to me again now that i've cut ma nails to even their length to tha newly broken one. It's as if they regained their sense of touch after bein' stationary for so long cooped under ma long nails. I also hafta stop holdin' thangs and arms wit tha very tips of ma fingers which i often do to make space for ma nails, and in tha case of holdin' ma friends' arms, so as not to hurt them. On tha other hand, i can't open soda cans and I can't scratch their palms for em anymore. Well, at least I could properly enjoy eatin' greasy finger foods again.