twitchy

My eye has been twitching. All. Day.

Last night I fell into an uneasy sleep composing letters to people who, for very good reason, are no longer in my life. So I thought maybe it was internalized stress, and if I actually wrote the letters, the twitch would stop. (Although the five-year-old in me thought that screaming "I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!" as loudly as possible might suffice.) I still didn't want to do it, so I promised myself a manicure as a reward when it was done.

The twitch didn't stop.
But my nails sure look pretty.