I have completely stopped biting my nails.
This usually happens when I have something something completely occupying my mind.

I spoke to Karl - guy from Bournemouth - on the phone for two hours last night.
It was nice, but I think it was just to replace the thought that I knew Chris wouldn't call, and I couldn't call him.
Fuck, I miss him.

...Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!
I'm gunna be late for my piano lesson if I'm not careful.

FUCK.

Anna