Yesterday I felt gross enough for long enough that I bit several of my nails. I now feel better physically but am depressed about my lack of self-control, follow through, will power, coolness, and pretty hands. I've had like 3 or 4 months of pretty hands and now...I feel the lack. I think that feeling miserable leads to feeling destructive, and my nails were definitely the easiest and most accessible thing to destroy. It's a good thing they're there, I suppose, or my destructive urge could have been satisfied by blowing up buildings or something.