My nails! Damn it, I've been pulling my nails compulsively since I was a little kid, and though they're longer right now than they've been in a year or more I'm still pulling them today. So much pretty dead white skin cells waiting to be broken and torn away, sterile satisfaction, to be, to...
Well, I'm fucked if I think too much about them and fucked otherwise, so let's stop here: nothing is easy when you're trying to shatter a decades-old compulsion trivially indulged. I'm fighting and losing, damn it! But fighting is preferable to, um, whatever else.
The bourbon, it turns out, does not help my willpower. And yours? How do you break bad habits, loved one(s)?
(I finished another writing project this week and realized anew that I am a Worth-While Human Doing. What, not 'being'? Nope. Just sitting there I'm as useful as a polyp full of birthday candy, waiting to bust.
