I have a pretty good memory. I can recall things from when I was three years old, and I can tell you the capitals of most of the countries in Europe. But there are times when my memory evades me. Like last night, when I forgot that I was, in fact, a super lily white girl and went tanning. For fifteen minutes. With new lotion. I felt good when I left, and before I went to bed, I slathered myself in aloe gel.
But this morning? My skin is the color of tomato soup. I cannot put on a bra. I took a shower and it almost made me cry. I feel sick on the outside of my body.
So I'm chilling out at home today, eating the chocolate-covered-strawberries I made last night and listening to New Order on my LaunchCast. Yeah, that's right. I called into work because I have a really bad sunburn. I mean, hello. I cannot put on a bra.
I have to heal this shit, though. Saturday marks two years for Manny and me. We've got a hotel room in Indy for the evening and will probably go out to dinner or something in the evening.
So happy Friday... I need to go take a cold bath and reapply the aloe.