Intrusive Toe Nails

Yelling their displeasure, my toenails kept me awake Angry at how I was not trimming them We are ragged and thick! We are jagged, not ripped! They chastised me to hell and back. Have they quite flipped? I promised I would do better if they would let me sleep. They called me names like idiot, moron, and big creep. I got up and trimmed them so low, they were now crying. Walking on them felt excruciating, I was now dying. I guess that by trying to teach them a lesson, I learned one instead. Sometimes I am impulsive, do not use my head. The next time they wake me up, here is the deal. I am going to grind them all off with a power saw wheel.