I really should be studying physics right now, but I'm not. Instead I'm wasting time on the computer making this "blog" so I can more easily waste time in the future. This is what I get for having friends who "want to keep up with me." As if talking to me every single day isn't enough. But hey, that's fine with me.

Well, while I'm at it, I may as well tell you a story.

Once when I was five or so, my mom cut my fingernails. Well, okay, to be honest, this happened more than once, but there was a particular time I remember which I'm going to tell you about. Anyway, she finished cutting my fingernails and said "Okay, I'm done, you can go now." My brother happened to be walking past at the time.

Being the experimental child I was, I wanted to know just how sharp my fingernails were now that they were short. So I ran up behind my brother and scratched him on the back.

My fingernails were short. Very short.

So short that instead of saying "Mom, Fiddlesticks just scratched me!" he said "Mom, Fiddlesticks just came up and hit me for no reason."

Then I got in trouble.