The literary dimensions of toenail clippings
Almost 5 hours in bed and at least another hour nodding off while watching videos.
Doing Twitter at 3 am is BARELY forgiveable and in this case only because I came across the wonderful work of a Kazakh historian about the end of nuclear testing and inherited nuclear weapons in Kazakhstan. GO CIVIL SOCIETY. Sorry the current government is so... but awesome work in the past.
And the other thing: yesterday i forgot my most important accomplishment of the day: I got the gnarly weird toenail on the little toe of my right foot trimmed. Relaxed body, enough light even though that is hardly the point if I can't see the angle anyway, and my kickass toenail scissors all lined up. The chunk I clipped off is the size of a piece of gravel. Probably the world thinks it can live without further literary explorations of the topic, but maybe.
Now to the rest of the inbox.
Happy Monday. I already want a nap.
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