It's a Shame About Ray

come on, you knew there was going to be that title here eventually

I’m currently engaging in “careful typing,” as I recently returned from getting a manicure. I know. Yesterday I discuss laughing over The New Yorker and today I’m all getting my nails done. Allow myself to defend…myself. The weather here is dryer and all of the typing is causing my fingers to freak out. My nails are dry and there are hangnails everywhere and they were starting to hurt. Also, for some reason, I can’t keep underneath my nails clean. Even the manicurist was like, “Uh, try some lemon juice, I don’t know. I can’t clean that.” I’m not a filthy person. I type. How do I get miner nails from typing all day? For real.

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