Bad Ideas

My skin is about the color of whitewash. I was at the Beach Cottage this weekend (my parents'...and when I say cottage, I mean a 1 1/2 bedroom, 800-square-foot thing. In real estate terms, it's "quaint"), and thought I might get a little sun. I don the bathing suit, I put suncreen all over, shoulders, neck, arms, tummy, lower back, legs, face. Yep, that's all I need, right?

I wound up with sunburn in an 8 x 6 inch area on my upper back. Because I was sunning on my stomach. It *still* hurts. At least it's not peeling.

I also pick at scabs. I know it causes scars, and sometimes it bleeds. But I do it anyway. New half-year resolution: no more picking at scabs.

I've quit exercising in favor of reading accounting textbooks. There's a healthy tradeoff.

That reminds me: I'm going to go put my security badge by my keys right. now. so I don't forget it again. It sure would be nice to occasionally leave the 5th floor at work. I had to borrow my boss's pass today. Note to self: write about boss soon.