I hate sunburn.
6 days. It's been 6 days, and parts of me are still purple. Today I finally managed to get around work for my entire five-hour shift without lurching like a drunken sailor. Two days ago, it took me 10 minutes just to get my pants on. If things continue this way, I just might be able to get through Jazz Fest without a hitch. I guess I'll know on Friday.
Jazz Fest is my current "event to look forward to". Following that will be Bonnaroo in June, my birthday (and possibly a Black Crowes concert) in early July, and Chris's birthday/last day in Hell (er, Florida) on July 28. After that, who knows? We can't move in to our house until Aug 1. There's a possible trip to Savannah in the works for that weekend, which I hope we can swing. I've always wanted to see Savannah.
Why is it that even though every day is exactly the same length as the next (give or take a few seconds), the days leading up to any big event always seem to stretch out interminably long?
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Time is an illusion. Entirely based on perception. Counting the days is simpling measuring the movement of the earth in it's travels. Movement is not time.
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