Burp

I am on a mission to like beer. I have so far found one kind that I legitimately like, and a few that I can tolerate for a few sips (perhaps an almost-glass).

Much more significant than beer, however, is the recent degeneration of my toenails to short, dark stubs that exist more out of obligation than function. I once painted them in an attempt to disguise their unseemly appearance, but it felt kind of silly, like putting a tutu on a gorilla. Yet another one of the many tolls that dance takes on the well being of my feet.