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Aug. 22nd, 2010 02:50 pmSo, I'm a little more sunburned than I thought I was.
There are lots of good remedies for sunburn, some of which very closely resemble a salad dressing recipe, none of which are going to fix the fact that half my face is sunburned, and I looke like a Harlequin (clown, not romance novel; I could wish). The lulz tomorrow will be epic. I am the face of the company, and the face of the company needs to remember his sunblock.
All this being the case, I've spent much of today in bed, or rather on bed, slathered with Noxema. Figuring that actual medications aside, one cure is as good as the next, Noxema is what I've usually used for sunburn and the smell makes me nostalgic for the many epic burns of my youth. It's not that I take masochistic pleasure in the idea that I'm barrelling towards skin cancer, but most of them were the result of good times, and I'm all right suffering for my pleasure.
I did a fanfic this morning that a) didn't go where I expected and b) involved me looking up both Lady Gaga's youtube and the lyrics to Hotel California. The only really upsetting thing is that A is not the direct result of B. My browser history could be titled "Portrait of the Artist with Too Much Time On His Hands".
There are lots of good remedies for sunburn, some of which very closely resemble a salad dressing recipe, none of which are going to fix the fact that half my face is sunburned, and I looke like a Harlequin (clown, not romance novel; I could wish). The lulz tomorrow will be epic. I am the face of the company, and the face of the company needs to remember his sunblock.
All this being the case, I've spent much of today in bed, or rather on bed, slathered with Noxema. Figuring that actual medications aside, one cure is as good as the next, Noxema is what I've usually used for sunburn and the smell makes me nostalgic for the many epic burns of my youth. It's not that I take masochistic pleasure in the idea that I'm barrelling towards skin cancer, but most of them were the result of good times, and I'm all right suffering for my pleasure.
I did a fanfic this morning that a) didn't go where I expected and b) involved me looking up both Lady Gaga's youtube and the lyrics to Hotel California. The only really upsetting thing is that A is not the direct result of B. My browser history could be titled "Portrait of the Artist with Too Much Time On His Hands".
