Murphy Day it's just one of those days where everything goes wrong. end work late arrive at the manicurist's more than an hr late just as you are abt to leave the place at 10.15 u smudge a finger and you have to redo that finger till 11pm. (i was too paranoid to touch anything after tt. i got my mum to unbuckle my jeans for me.) but that place was seriously nice man. i mean which manicurist opens till 11 just for their customers? they treat u like an old friend (i kept hearing them su-ing here and there. like "su you must be hungry!")...even offered to pop a cookie (kept offering me those fattening new yr kind cuz i hadn't had dinner) in my mouth for me cuz i couldnt touch it (or rather, too paranoid to touch it). sigh wrong wrong wrong day. im gonna sleep it away. (i rhyme!) but at least at the end of the day i got to walk away with bimbotic-coloured toenails. i'm ready for new yr. bring it on.