Little red corvette

This picture is a re-creation of what I look like now, at 11:23am on Friday December 18th, 2009.

There is a small piece of loose skin in my left nostril that is driving me crazy and I have been sitting at my desk rubbing various snot-drenched pieces of tissue around up there trying to dislodge it.
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I just spent five minutes blankly staring at the Excel spreadsheet I'm working on and attempting to pick my nose through the tissue, but my nails aren't long enough to be effective.

It really hurts and is itchy and makes a weird whistling noise when I exhale.

I really want to pick my nose.

Ty said to me the other day

"people's noses were meant for picking, that's why our fingers fit up there"

and

"if people didn't pick their noses we probably would have evolved out of needing nostrils this size by now"

and we were drunk at the time, but it actually makes some sense.