I kill me.

Every night this week I went to bed at 3a even though I had to get up at 8(ish). This morning I could sleep just as late as I wanted to, and what time did I go to bed?

11.30p!

To bed at 11.30, up at 11.30. Felt great, but there is really something wrong with me!

Hey, remember long ago when Lizzie tempted me with the knowledge of a face mask by Biore that gets hot and turns blue (I'd link to the entry but I totally can't find it)?

Well, I've been looking for it for months and months--cursing Lizzie's name for telling me that such a thing existed when I absolutely couldn't find it, and thinking maybe that she made the whole thing up just to torment me (hey, I never said I was a reasonable person, especially when astonishingly cool facial products are concerned!) when suddenly...

There it was! In a Duane Reid in a special display with the word "NEW" all over it, which means that it only just hit the east coast.

So I bought it and I took it home and I spread it on my face and I was apoplectic with joy. Hey, I'm easy.

I think someone in my neighbourhood is learning to play the trumpet, judging from the anguished squawks I heard the other morning. Either that, or someone was bludgeoning to death a swan.

Gotta go develop wedding pics! Aren't I being good? I've already sent Amanda and Jeff most of their proofs, and I'm going to do a bunch of Michelle and Marq's today. And it's only been two weeks!

I'd better be careful or I'll dislocate my shoulder with all this patting myself on the back.

One year ago today:
I just want to make it completely clear that that is NOT why they call me The Hedgehog!!!

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