Oh dear God, I am obsessing about my nail again! The middle one of my left hand, the one that I got too eager in cleaning, in getting that little bit of dirt from. So now it's kinda... erh... deep and it's bloody obvious that something's wrong about it.

Damn. Antony Bourdain. At least, that's how I think his name is spelled. The TV cook, host, published author. He's kinda cute. Yeah he's old and a cynic and has a potty mouth. He's honest about what he wants and what he doesn't like.

Argh, my nail, my nail, my nail...!

How do I get it back to normal?! Argh, not bloody likely anymore, coz the nail itself if kinda loosened from the skin. It is so sad that this particular topic has been on my mind for the past few days since I noticed it again. I hate this OC side, but damn it, I can't stop thinking about it!

At the very least, now I'm not thinking of offing myself in the near future...

Argh, my nail, my nail, my nail...!

I saw bits of the Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban movie trailer. hehehe ^_______^ so happy! Wai! Daniel Radcliffe!

I can be appeased so easily...

Hmm...

Damn, and my happy mood is gone. Just because I have my back turned on the television DOES NOT mean that I am not paying attention to the bloody show! It's a bloody commercial! Of course I'm not watching! I'm waiting for Antony Bourdain to appear!

Okay, where was I?

Right. Think Daniel Radcliffe and think happy thoughts and I'm happy.

I miss writing James and Anna, but I can't just ignore my other characters. I have to write from the others' perspective, because that's the way the Illusion is made. That's the way I made Illusion, so I have to stick with it. I guess I kinda got spoiled when I wrote Chapter 12 and the I'll Be songfics, coz they're written from their perspective.

I'm getting ready to delve into Chapter 13 and 14 and the rest right now; I have to psych myself up to write them, coz there are a lot of conflicts coming up. I can't kid myself anymore into thinking that Illusion is just a short story with chapters; it's a novel with chapters.

Same difference, right?

*shakes head* I'm doomed.

Deep fried cheesecake? Deep fried cheese curds?

...I gotta enjoy the writing process again...

Oh yeah, I cut my left ring finger on a rather sharp object -- no, it's not a knife -- but rather the ragged edge of the handle of my closet; it was broken off. It's at the side, almost cutting through the nail.

And talking about nail/hand injuries, the thumb of my left hand was the first casualty... aside from the middle finger nail but I think I've exhausted that topic. Anyway, that thing/guard at the side of your nail -- is than even the cuticle? -- anyway, there was a bit hanging off and when I stuck my hand into my pocket, it snagged and tore. Man did that hurt! It also bled but not too much. It freaking hurt though.