Sunday, June 12, 2011
Greetings
I missed you all during my uneventful absence. I'm not going to lie; some days this week I was crazy busy, but other days I just plain forgot. So here we are on Sunday, liveblogging my feelings of guilt and inadequacy. This should be fun for the whole family, like mid-90s Robin Williams or the less pornographic programming on ABC Family.
So my big news is that I broke out in hives this morning for no apparent reason. Just after breakfast I turned bright red, felt heat radiating off my body, and itched like crazy. I had not eaten anything foreign or rolled around in any industrial materials. At first I thought it was a massive acne breakout, but even when I was actually 14 things were never that bad for me. The combination of a spontaneous shower and a half tab of Benadryl returned me to my natural color and consistency.
I also finished the Tina Fay book this week. I enjoyed it a lot, although I was a bit disappointed that roughly a quarter of it had already appeared in the New Yorker. I actually laughed out loud a couple of times while reading it, which caused my fellow passengers to inch slowly away from me on the train. Which, frankly, is not a bad thing. Summer body odor season has definitely begun.
I missed you all during my uneventful absence. I'm not going to lie; some days this week I was crazy busy, but other days I just plain forgot. So here we are on Sunday, liveblogging my feelings of guilt and inadequacy. This should be fun for the whole family, like mid-90s Robin Williams or the less pornographic programming on ABC Family.
So my big news is that I broke out in hives this morning for no apparent reason. Just after breakfast I turned bright red, felt heat radiating off my body, and itched like crazy. I had not eaten anything foreign or rolled around in any industrial materials. At first I thought it was a massive acne breakout, but even when I was actually 14 things were never that bad for me. The combination of a spontaneous shower and a half tab of Benadryl returned me to my natural color and consistency.
I also finished the Tina Fay book this week. I enjoyed it a lot, although I was a bit disappointed that roughly a quarter of it had already appeared in the New Yorker. I actually laughed out loud a couple of times while reading it, which caused my fellow passengers to inch slowly away from me on the train. Which, frankly, is not a bad thing. Summer body odor season has definitely begun.
