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In a pursuit to take better care of myself , I've been working on taking better care of my fingernails. I know maybe that sounds alittle odd. It's not that I bite them or chew on them or that they necessarily look bad, but I am certainly not gentle in using my hands for everything! I know it's hard to believe, using hands.....

Anyway, I had enacted big nail plans today, nails brushed, cuticles pushed back, cleaned and finally polished to help with both growth and protection. I was feeling great not just over my little stride in nail care but in my general accomplishments and high spirits over the weekend as well as perserverance through a previous stressful week. Things were going good....and then....

I walked happily out of Whole Foods threw my healthy hippie groceries in the back seat and turned the key on my car....nothin. My car was dead. Of course I immediately went through the whole list of people I knew that would be willing to help me out. I hate asking people for help, there is something innate in me that feels guilty to rely on people, but of course I was going to have to rely on someone. I tried my roommate first, but no answer. So rather than decide what to do next I called my mother. Not that she could help me from 2300 miles away but hey it was atleast a way to push out the stress, and maybe just maybe get alittle motherly sympathy. Which is exactly what I got, and by the time she was done listing out all the scenarios for me my roommate was home and able to come help me out.

There is nothing more aggravating than car troubles. For me it pretty much killed all of the tasks I had planned to get done today outside of the house and push them all into the week. Oh well. Oh and I did remove my own battery, buy another one and install it...so much for the nails. One day I will win!! ;-)