The Nail Polish Post

Just a quick note, because I know you are all so interested in my couture and makeup.

So I went to the little student canteen yesterday to see if I could find some nail polish. I knew they had soap and things (having gone to purchase it when I was sans luggage), and I figured it wouldn't hurt to ask.

The man behind the counter pulled out an extremely dusty box and set down four tiny bottles of polish: Fire Engine Slut Red, Fruit-of-the-Loom Grape Man Purple, the one shade of brown that you do want to turn down, and (for the theatre techies who will get the reference) Surprise! It's Pink!

I chose Surprise! It's Pink!

I have a sneaking suspicion that this nail polish hit its expiration date long ago, but as I wasn't planning to ingest it, I went ahead and painted it on.

And then I looked at my feet and realized that my toenails were now the same color as the eighty-odd insect bites scattered nearby. (No new ones, btw -- the odomos cream is working well.)

Great. Color me attractive!