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My typing speed had been going down. Not my page count, but literally my typing speed had gone down, and my accuracy. I couldn’t figure out what was wrong, then it hit me — my finger nails were too long. Usually one breaks, then you trim them to match. Or several break and it just all evens out. For some strange reason I had not broken a single nail for weeks. My nails had grown beautifully. They looked great, but they were so long that I couldn’t type well. So I cut them. All of them. They are now like just barely above my fingers, thin little rims of white. Not the long girlish nails that I’d been sporting. But, boy, I can type again. When I tell my daughter that I’m not a good girl, this is what I mean. It’s good to have nice looking nails, it’s better to be able to do something with those fingers. I’ll wear impractical shoes for dressy events, and I like a corset or waist-cincher when the occasion calls for it, but on a day to day basis pretty doesn’t cut it. What you are able to do, is more important than how you look while you do it. Don’t just stand around looking pretty, do something. Thus ends the lecture. I’m going to go back to typing between 150 and 200 hundred words a minute, thanks. How else do you think I type so many pages at a shot?