Ugly Toes

As the nation stands on the brink of recession, I'm acting like more of a consumer than usual. Last night, in the middle of one of my increasingly common fits of insomnia, I bought a ticket to see Passing Strange on Broadway. Listen, if you're anywhere near Manhattan, do yourself a favor and get a ticket to this show. It'll change your miserable or glorious life. There's even a discount code available. Here's how to redeem it:

• Go to www.broadwayoffers.com
• Enter the promotional code: PSTCE22
• Buy your tickets.
• See the show.
• Post a comment on this blog letting the world know how right I was.
  

On a completely unrelated note, John Edwards dropped out of the race today. Sad for him, probably good for his family. He was a fun presence at the debates, talking about actual issues while the other two hurled silly insults at each other. I bet one of them will take him as their running mate.

Speaking of running--my running habit, which has been woefully neglected since I moved to Boston, has taken a nasty toll on my feet. In the past four years or so, I'd estimate that I've lost between four and seven toenails. Twice, I've lost the nail on my left big toe. As a result, I have the ugliest toes of anyone I know. My nails grow perpendicular to my toes, and their texture resembles a yellowed topographical map of Montana. Ugly shit. The reason I write this, other than to ward off potential boyfriends, is to find out if anyone knows how I can make it better. Sure, I could visit a podiatrist, but that would involve money and time that I'm just not willing to part with. So, blogiverse, help a brother with gnarly toes out if you can.

(And no, that is not a picture of my feet. Close, but no.)