Nail polish

Sometimes I think I get manicures or put polish on my nails for the sheer pleasure of picking it off a day or two later. That activity occupies many bored minutes, and no matter how frustrated I am that my newly prettied nails are chipping away to nothing so quickly, I always enjoy helping the chipping process along. This may be gross and stupid, but I can't help it.

On a different note, I leave in 7.5 hours for Colorado. I'm psyched to say the very least. I'm also pretty sure I overpacked. By a lot. But it all fit into my trunk and not even half of my backseat. That's pretty good, right? Eesh. I just don't want to be the dumb midwest non-outdoorsy girl who brought more than a toothbrush. It's a company of actors, though. I can't be the only slightly (or seriously) high-maintenance person in the mountains, right? Right. 

Back to chipping. 

I'll write next on Mountain Time. 

Sweet.