that song stuck in your head

I’m typing this on my fingernails. Why, you ask? Because I just moisturized, no seriously.

The eczema on my hands has advanced so far and so fast that I don’t really know how to use my hands. My wife’s been doing everything for me, putting on my shirt, opening doorknobs, feeding me my double down.

Now that I’m not preoccupied with surfing the web, I’ve had some time to think. Today it’s my hands, but tomorrow it could be my brains, my big, beautiful brains. I live like it’s all going to last forever, but the truth is that it’s not. I have no idea when the wheels will fall off. That’s why I want to live a purposeful life now. Not when I’m financially stable, not after I’ve put some money in the bank, and certainly not when I’m retired.  I realize that nothing lasts forever, except for Big Macs. *nom nom*. Never-mind, I now realize that Big Macs only last two bites.

To be continued…