One of the few things I liked before I got sick was to communicate with whoever about any topic. Now it's embarrasing talking to people. Maybe that's another reason I don't go anywhere. I'll be in the middle of a conversation and I lose track about what we were talking.
HP tries his best to get me back in the world. He is such an angel. One day he was checking email, and I don't know what made him look at my nails. They've always been out of control. So he gave me a manicure. Me holding onto nail clippers is a bad joke. Now it's part of our routine.
Well, that's that. I just lost what we were talking about.
Chif out.
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