So, about one week after Roommate #1 contracted mononucleosis and went home, Roommate #2 caught it from her…and is staying in the apartment. This required me to take extreme measures in order to avoid dangerous germs.
Suprisingly enough, this method has also kept me from biting my fingernails. If you know me very well, you know that biting my nails has been a very bad, and very permanent, habit of mine ever since, oh, I don’t know, infancy? My mom tried everything from that store-bought paint-on clear goo that tasted like fermented ragweek (for which I quickly developed an affinity) to paying ten cents per undamaged nail every week (pah…buying off natural instincts never works) to memorizing Romans 6 (Gothard had no idea how bullheaded I was am).
And to think all it took was a threat to my vacation/job at Summit next month….*sigh*