After weeks and weeks of not getting enough sleep, I feel like a zombie. Heck, I am officially a zombie.
A zombie with an inflamed thumb due to allergy, thanks to my constant laundry and dishwashing. Once again my fingernails are a breeding ground for fungi. I won’t be surprised to see mushrooms suddenly sprouting from under my fingernails and grow like vengeful weeds one day. That sort of peg.
No detergent will be gentle enough for these cursed microorganisms, but for the love of my children I am prepared to lose my digits. But I’m keeping my fingers crossed… until I lose all of them.
So long, manicure.