It's the little things in life that get me...

One of life's imponderables.

Why is it, that a hang nail, an infinitesimal percentage of my total body mass, would demand so much of my physical and emotional attention? The one I just discovered is large enough that I can feel it (and now that I know it's there I simply can't stop feeling it) yet miniscule enough that my bowling-pin-like finger tips can't get a grip on it. Even if they could, I risk ripping that little guy clear up to my elbow, and who wants that.

Of course, I don't have nail clippers with me, but I may get desperate enough to make use of the box of paper clips on my desk in MacGyver like chop stick fashion - I'll let you know how that goes. Meanwhile, this stupid little hunk of cartilage has already taken up way too much of my morning, and this blog entry.

Curse you hang nail. Curse you.