Sadness

Words cannot describe the swirling vortex of self-hate and disappointment that giving yourself a bad manicure awakens within your conscience. My nails now make me look like a drunken whore, and to top it off, I have to go talk with my guidance counselor tomorrow. It's basically like I'm pitching a business plan, and I basically need to do everything I can to come off as centered and serious. That look cannot, unfortunately, be achieved when it looks like I plastered "Big Apple Red" on my nails with a blindfold covering my eyes. I just wanted to look professional!