So yesterday I dreamt that I was somehow put in charge of an Unknown Hinson show that was taking place in this little theater style building, and I was put up on stage, and told to play guitar and sing along. I told him that I didn't know how to play the guitar, and he said, "well, Hell, darlin', pick one string on the neck, press down on it, then strum the rest to the rhythym. That's all there is to it." So, I did it, and it didn't sound terribly bad. I sang some oldies, then the show was over and everyone left aside from me and Unkown. He thanked me for helping out and said he had something special for me. He went into the dressing room, and came back with a little zippered bag with a kitten's face on it. He said, "Now, you know my cat Kidney is done passed;" at this point he opened up the bag and pulled out a catnip mouse, then continued, "and this was his very favorite toy, and I want you to have it for your kitty, but don't let him play with it, it's just for Kidney's memory. You can give him all this other stuff to play with, though," and pointed to a pile of scratching posts and cat toys in the corner of his dressing room. He helped me load it into the van, then hugged me real big and told me to come see his shows anytime.

I woke up, and more than anything was confused about naming a cat Kidney. I really like my brain sometimes.

Now for today, which is laundry, working on my costume for omorrow, and canoeing with O, then tomorrow is the PNO Masquerade. I'm going as the Goddess of Geekdom; I have to find my What Would Jason Voorhees Do shirt, and I might cannibalize a pair of 3D glasses. It'll be awesome!

I had a very bad dream.

I was having an abortion; they were nice to me, and lead me to the room. I got up on the table, and the nurse hooked up the machine, which was apparently automated. They turned down the lights and there I was, this machine inside me. It hurt, then everything below my waist went numb for a moment, then back to feeling. The lights came on and the machine went out of me. I felt and heard a soft plop, and lying on the table was this perfect little fetus; just this little baby boy, smaller than my palm. I was bleeding terribly, and the doctor took forever to come back in. He gives me some instructions and birth control pills and tells me to leave. I ask him what they're going to do with the baby, and he just laughed at me. I left, I couldn't find my car, I was still bleeding and starting to cramp, and I finally found my car and got home.

Not terrifying, but I'm disturbed. I guess it's the sinus meds.

In other news, I'll be going to the dr in the morning, I feel like hell and I still can't talk.

Here are pics of me before and after the eye doctor:










Gotta love those fashion-plate shades! I've come full circle, though; I'm back at Panera, but this time in Kingsport. I still have to trudge through Walmart, but it shouldn't be terrible. Ta!

It's been a while! I haven't felt like writing anything at all for quite some time now, but I think the damn -er- dam is now broken. Of course, I'm currently without much of a voice, so I have to get the never-ending stream of blather out somehow.

I went home for a week, down to Soperton to spend time with my parents. They've moved into Nini's house, and gotten fairly settled in. That was very hard for me. It was disconcerting, because that house has been one way since I can remember, and now there's this mix of Nini's things and my parent's things. The house even smelled different. I think that was the hardest part. I was glad, though, to have a quilt from the chiffarobe on my bed, and it still smelled like her.
Dad had to work the first couple of days I was there, so I got to spend some good time with Mom, even though we spent most of it in the car between doctor's appointments. We talked a lot. I think she's very lonely now, but to that point she is now able to drive and has her own car, so she's not stuck at home. I think that helps a lot. Her health has improved so much from this time last year, and I'm very glad about that.
Dad has really gotten into natural and organic foods and suppliments, but they just don't have the availabiliy down there. I've pointed him to some good websites and told him if he wants to try anything that I can pick up things here and send them to him. He's really unhappy at work; they've had 3 stabbings in the last two months. While I was there, he had an incident where he had to use one of the non-lethal guns on an inmate. It's really wearing on him, and I worry about him a lot; sometimes moreso than mom, because he takes care of her as well. I just don't want him to get hurt by one of those horrible people.
We did Christmas, and I am now the proud owner of a PS3 and a mini notebook. I have to rearrange the furniture now, so after I do the great purge this week, I'll be moving things about and possibly painting. More likely making the plans to paint and looking at samples, but that works.

As for now, I'm sitting here at Panera and I'll be getting my eyes done today and new glasses. Then I may go to Mr. K's, but probably I'll end up going to the wally-world and getting a few groceries, then home to watch some Monty Python, read my assigned book, work on my swap-bot stuff, and start cleaning house.

What're you guys into?

It's one of my favorite cooking tools.

My grandmother died around 2:30 Sunday morning, so I am in Georgia right now. Today is my birthday, I'm 29, and that's exciting. The funeral is tomorrow. I don't know how I'll do. I was really worried about mom, but things are much better than I expected. I'll be home on Wednesday.

Well, the Florida trip has come and gone, we had a blast; I've never been to the Gulf before, and may I say that the water was just fine as paint. That is, of course, aside from the mercenary sea urchins that seemed to be after O with a vengance. All in all, the trip was good; I have pictures to upload of course, but that'll have to wait for the weekend, so don't hold your breath.

Sallie's van is a trooper, whom I have now affectionately nicknamed "The Tank," because anything that can survive the 6 of us including all of our stuff for a 13-hr each way trip is definitely worthy of that moniker. Oh damn, I left my scrapbook paper in the secret Nancy Drew compartment. Ah well, I'll get it soon enough; after all, next weekend is the CUUPs Feast of the Dead. I might make dead bread again, since I'll be working days I'll have more of an opportunity to do that.

Anyway, back to the rundown of the trip:
We stayed in Celebration (aka Stepford) on Thursday, and enjoyed watching the beautiful moon rise up after dinner. We slept like stones, though the fear of the security robots plagued our dreams, as we were interlopers. We made it out alive, though, ate at Macaroni Grill, and went to Jo-Ann fabrics, where we proceeded to have the worst service ever by the old lady at the fabric counter (I'll tell the full tale when I get the video uploaded). We went to the hotel, which was quite nice if I do say so myself, and left from there to the beach. After the fantastic, wonderful beach, we had a great picnic/barbecue thing at WindStar's, then we went to The Castle, which is this kickin' goth club in Ybor city. I got accosted by some drunkard, defended O from The Highlander, and got some love from the Batman. We proceeded from there to Denny's, where Suzie-Q got the attention of The Jackson 5, who tried their best to use voodoo mind powers to get her to bring her fantastic corset cleavage back to their table. *SPOILER*: their mind powers didn't work.
Saturday, of course, was the event, but first was BREAKFAST! At Skyway Jacks, this amazing little greasy spoon, well, the spoonrest of the greasy spoon, really; our waitress was named "Calamity Jane," and we ate like kings. We left from there to the site, and got things ready for the main ritual. I attended Wendy Rule's workshop, which was quite nice; she has a lovely voice. Came back, helped set things up some more, then before we knew it, it was time to rock and roll! Ritual went very well, all things considered, and I'm glad to be home, despite the drop in temperature that has made me go hoarse and feel icky.

Tomorrow is the halloween shindig at Unique Treasures, and I'm dressing as Clementine from Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, complete with blue hair. That'll be one to explain for a day or two! I'll be a standard brunette though come Monday. Don't want to scare off anybody, or upset the folks at work. 'Course, I could parlay the blue hair into another costume for actual Halloween, so it may just stick around for a minute. We'll see. At least there will be pictures! I'm just curious as to why all the places around here are having their Halloween parties A WEEK BEFORE HALLOWEEN?? I mean, it makes it convenient for me, because next weekend's chock full of CUUPs goodness, but that's always confused me. Ah well.

I also need to get a practice pumpkin, so I can carve the Michael Myers face into it and see how it turns out before doing up the real deal for work. Of course, me having the wherewithall to actually practice before jumping in with both feet is highly unlikely, as most of us know.

Mabon ritual was Saturday night, and it was fantastic! We had such a great time, hanging out with everyone and laughing 'till we thought we'd die. I left around lunchtime Sunday, and decided I'd stop by the Volde*Mart to replace my defunct microwave and grab some grocery-type activities, but first item on the agenda was using the bathroom, for my bladder was about to burst. Now, I swear I was on autopilot, on a search and destroy mission to find my target, release the payload, and return to base. I found a parking spot, raced inside, and had to dodge the crowd to get to the restrooms, only to be blocked by two good ol' boys having a riveting conversation right at the entryway. I finally had to bulldoze my way through them, and went into the bathroom. I noticed that there were only two stalls, but despite that being odd, I ran into the first one and relieved myself. I read the grafitti etched into the toilet paper holder:

I LOVE MEN, followed by U R A FAGHET.

I found that quite hilarious, because if you are a girl and love men, that can't possibly make you a "faghet."

Right?

Right.

So, I came out of the stall, and to my left was a man using a urinal.

I ran.

Yep, Young Bone wandered into the men's room, oblivious. I just need to note that not everybody places their women's room on the left.

Only me.

I doubt any of you will be as excited as I am about this find, but I am blown away! I just got back from Dollar General, my guiltiest of pleasures, because you can find some of the neatest stuff there sometimes for cheap, and you'll never believe what I found! I found not one, but TWO decks of ARISTOCRAT playing cards!!! One red, one blue! I am STOKED OH MAN I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!! These cards were going for $75 a deck or higher as of 2005! Right now, they're not going for as much, but now I can try to learn the card trick from The Aristocrats and other card tricks. It's just neat to have a little bit of casino history, because the decks are all from actual casino tables, and are tagged and sealed that way, Mine aren't labelled, but it's still effing sweet, in'it?

In other news, I've been hurting in a very similar manner as I was when I had to have exploratory surgery, so I'm sort-of taking it easy physically. I'm totally wound up right now and not tired, which is really bad, but I think here in the next hour or so I'll drop off like a lamb. I almost typed lamp there, but I narrowly avoided certain death. I have to get started on some super secret crafty things, so I'm off!

1) Copy this list into your blog or journal, including these instructions.
2) Bold all the items you’ve eaten.
3) Cross out any items that you would never consider eating.
4) Optional extra: Post a comment here at www.verygoodtaste.co.uk linking to your results.

01. Venison
02. Nettle tea
03. Huevos rancheros
04. Steak tartare
05. Crocodile
06. Black pudding
07. Cheese fondue
08. Carp
09. Borscht
10. Baba ghanoush
11. Calamari
12. Pho
13. PB&J sandwich
14. Aloo gobi
15. Hot dog from a street cart
16. Epoisses (a pungent unpasturised French cheese.)
17. Black truffle
18. Fruit wine made from something other than grapes
19. Steamed pork buns
20. Pistachio ice cream
21. Heirloom tomatoes
22. Fresh wild berries
23. Foie gras
24. Rice and beans
25. Brawn, or head cheese
26. Raw Scotch Bonnet pepper
27. Dulce de leche
28. Oysters
29. Baklava
30. Bagna cauda (a warm dip from the Piedmont area of Italy)
31. Wasabi peas
32. Clam chowder in a sourdough bowl
33. Salted lassi
34. Sauerkraut
35. Root beer float
36. Cognac with a fat cigar
37. Clotted cream tea
38. Vodka jelly/Jell-O
39. Gumbo
40. Oxtail
41. Curried goat
42. Whole insects
43. Phaal
44. Goat’s milk
45. Malt whisky from a bottle worth £60/$120 or more
46. Fugu (pufferfish)
47. Chicken tikka masala
48. Eel
49. Krispy Kreme original glazed doughnut
50. Sea urchin
51. Prickly pear
52. Umeboshi
53. Abalone
54. Paneer
55. McDonald’s Big Mac Meal
56. Spaetzle
57. Dirty gin martini
58. Beer above 8%
59. Poutine
60. Carob chips
61. S’mores
62. Sweetbreads
63. Kaolin
64. Currywurst
65. Durian
66. Frogs’ legs
67. Beignets, churros, elephant ears or funnel cake
68. Haggis
69. Fried plantain
70. Chitterlings, or andouillette
71. Gazpacho
72. Caviar and blini
73. Louche absinthe
74. Gjetost, or brunost
75. Roadkill I'm sure I have, but unaware of it. I've learned not to ask about meat.
76. Baijiu (Chinese distilled alcohol)
77. Hostess Fruit Pie
78. Snail
79. Lapsang souchong
80. Bellini (Cocktail)
81. Tom yum
82. Eggs Benedict
83. Pocky
84. Tasting menu at a three-Michelin-star restaurant
85. Kobe beef
86. Hare
87. Goulash
88. Flowers
89. Horse
90. Criollo chocolate
91. Spam
92. Soft shell crab
93. Rose harissa
94. Catfish
95. Mole poblano
96. Bagel and lox
97. Lobster Thermidor
98. Polenta
99. Jamaican Blue Mountain coffee
100. Snake

As sick as I am, I managed to stay up late last night and catch the peak of the Perseids meteor shower. It was worth it. I laid a blanket down out in the back yard and stared at the sky for a good hour; that little hill is absolutely perfect. I didn't have to move around to see anything, I had a full view of the sky. I counted 16, one of which was a beautiful slow burner-it moseyed across the sky like it belonged there. The tail was gorgeous, streaming behind it in a gentle arc until it slowly faded away. The smaller ones were like fireflies, just a short stream and disappearing. I imagined a little pop each time one would wink out of existence. There is supposed to be more tonight, but I'll be at work; maybe I'll time my breaks to stare at the sky.

Yes, I've gone and caught that evil bug. I sound lovely, and look even better. (Sarcasm...) Now I'm bundled up and swilling hot tea like it's going out of style. Also, my g key is being buggy; it's not responding to keystrokes every time. Annoying. The rest of the weekend hasn't been terrible, though; I'm doing much better than I was Saturday night, aside from the grippe; the house looks pretty good. I made my first quiche yesterday, it was bacon, cheddar, asparagus, baby carrots, corn, onion, and garlic. Super yummy, if I do say so myself. I'm trying to decide if I want to have a night of silent horror-Nosferatu, The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari, Metropolis, The Phantom of the Opera, Dr. Jeckyl and Mr. Hyde, and The Hunchback of Notre Dame or if I want to watch Scanners and Metalocalypse. I'm so indecisive! Of course, the only issue with the silents is that I'd want to try and make soundtracks for them, and that would detract from me actually watching them. If I watch Scanners, I get to see the best psychic head explosion scene since... well, since ever I guess. If you haven't seen it, I highly suggest you check it out. Maybe I'll hold off on the silents until I can get the gumption up to host an evening of classic horror.

My family is apparently dropping like flies; my cousin got admitted to the hospital and is now in a coma. This is one of my Jerry Springer-fodder cousins; she's been on anything and everything you can smoke, snort, shoot, or swallow for a very long time, and either she has OD'd or got ahold of something bad, because her liver shut down, and now her kidneys have too. Her brain began swelling last night and they popped a hole in her skull to reduce it, but it's still massively swollen. The doctors have told Aunt Bobby that the next 24 hours are critical. I feel bad for Aunt Bobby, because she just lost her mom, (Aunt LaVay-Aunt Bobby is really my cousin, but she is much older than me, and I was introduced to her as Aunt Bobby. Makes no sense, I know, but whatever), so I hope either she makes a massive turnaround and can stay off of drugs or that she goes peacefully. Do I sound like a monster? I hope not; I'm just trying to keep an even keel.

Mom called on my way out of work Friday and let me know that Aunt LaVay died. She was just about to start her 2nd round of chemo, so she was in the hospital at the time. She died Thursday, but mom didn't want to upset me on my way to work. I regret not being able to make it home for the family reunion this year, as that would have been a chance to see her one last time. The funeral was today, and mom said it was a lovely service. Her obituary is very small:

LaVay Hope Lawson, 78

Published: Friday, July 25, 2008 3:40 PM EDT
Funeral services for LaVay Hope Lawson, 78, of Wesley, Ga., were Sunday afternoon, July 27, 2008 at 3:00 p.m. in the Chapel of Tomlinson Funeral Home, with Reverend D.R. Parker and M.L. Barber officiating.

Interment followed in the Swainsboro City Cemetery. She died Thursday afternoon, July 24, 2008, at East Georgia Regional Medical Center in Statesboro.

Mrs. Lawson was born in Emanuel County and lived here all of her life. She was a supervisor for Kellars, and a member of the Wesley United Methodist Church.

She is survived by her husband, George Lawson of Wesley; a daughter, Bobby George Josey of Wesley; a brother, Jack (Nell) Hall of Swainsboro; a sister, Cherrie Strickland of Soperton; a sister-in-law, Eloise Hall of Swainsboro; 2 granddaughters, Melinda Loraine Blount of Swainsboro, Joan Marie McDonald of Swainsboro; 4 great grandchildren, Joanna L. Thornton of Swainsboro, John R. Thornton of Twin City, Jessica L. Blount of Swainsboro, Dakota B. Blount of Swainsboro; several nieces and nephews.

Pallbearers were Albert Hall, Hal Hall, James Brown, Joe Nelson, Dakota Blount, Gene Stewart, Jay Lawson, and Jim Curry.

Tomlinson Funeral Home had charge of arrangements.

There's nothing about her life here. Nothing about her making the best divinity or red velvet cake you've ever tasted; nothing about her laugh, nothing about her voice or her penchant for red lipstick and fantastic jewelry. She introduced me to Issac Azimov and Alfred Hitchcock; she showed me how to make a pattern and helped me make my first rag doll; she loved trashy romance novels and coconut candy. She took our parakeet Pappy Boington when we had to move and loved him until the day he died; she drank endless cups of coffee and smoked the longest cigarettes I've ever seen. She was great for playing dress up and hair salon, and always had stories to tell. Those are the things I'll remember. I love you, Base.

There's just something about a man calling me "baby" that makes me weak in the knees.

In other news, I had to get new tires today, because the second I pulled into the parking lot at work last night, my tire blew out. Fun stuff, considering I was trying to save up some for next month. Hopefully I'll get a date nailed down by next week so I can go ahead and reserve a hotel room and a car.

I found a copy of the special edition of my favoritest scary movie of all time at Mr. K's! Yep, you guessed it, The Texas Chainsaw Massacre! Actually, it's more than just my favorite scary movie, it's one of my favorites all-around. Not to say that it isn't scary, because it most certainly is, and watching it alone sometimes is asking for nightmares; others it might make you giggle and crave barbeque (or B-B-Q), depending on the circumstances.
I haven't watched it in a couple of years, which is sad, I know; it's amazing that I didn't own a copy already when you think about it. So, I watched it Sunday night and was honestly creeped out for the first time in a long time! The hitchhiker scene, when he's waving the knife around and slicing into Franklin's arm, that freaked me out; and the dinner scene gave me the heebie-jeebies. It was fun, letting my imagination go for a little bit, and when the cat jumped up on the couch unexpectedly, I screamed. Good times.

I also watched the Rob Zombie remake of Halloween, and well...I'm disappointed. Not surprised, really. I liked seeing the supposed origins of Michael Myers, but it's slightly scarier when you don't know why. Of course, they don't really go into the why; I mean, he had a really crappy home life, stripper mom and rebellious slutty sister, but he's been killing animals and as we all know, that's one of the warning signs for serious trouble. I don't know; I guess it's just my irritation with remakes.
Right now, they are remaking Friday the 13th, A Nightmare on Elm Street, Phantasm, The Birds, The Wolfman, and probably more that I don't know about yet. There's no need! Take Halloween, for example-If you're going to try and remake a film shot for shot, WHY THE HELL ARE YOU REMAKING IT??? He used the same score, a lot of the same setups, the "ghost" scene I could run side-by-side with the original...it just makes me mad and scared and tired. Everyone's trying to reinvent the wheel-Have we run out of ideas? I'd like to hope we still have some left.

I was sitting here when a dark car came down the street, and slowed in front of the house. They looked in the window and saw me; before the car even stopped she was halfway out and to my door, holding up the literature. Yes, I had my first encounter with the Jehovah's Witnesses.
What's funny to me is that I'm always polite, I'm willing to hear their talk, I even take literature to read, but they never come back when I tell them, "I'm not Christian, but I am certainly open to religious discussion." They don't want to entertain another point of view, I suppose. So now I have a lovely brochure and a little book about "What the Bible REALLY teaches," but looking through it, it seems to be more about the END TIMES than anything else. Very uplifting.

They are putting a new roof and other things on the house next door, and construction begins at 8am sharp, so I've been listening to hammers and buzz saws all morning long, which has me a bit on edge, but otherwise I'm having an alright day. I think now since I have to be at work early tonight, I'm going to wash some clothes and read a little bit.

I haven't had the presence of mind to sit down and blog a little, so my apologies to the adoring public.

Saturday, David, Lisa, and I went down to Ashe-vegas and spent the day with miss Susie-Q, and ate some of the best food ever. I have two more restaurants to add to my favorites list (the Usual Suspects is still #1, though, for ambience alone), and they are:
Sunny Point. Our first stop, for brunch. Home of the best shrimp and grits I've had in years; a very eclectic menu with wonderful descriptions that make deciding almost painful. Their coffee is excellent, and they serve the biggest mimosas I've ever seen (seriously). We sat outside, and the tables were a little small but we were quite comfortable nonetheless. The service was fantastic, and everyone around seemed to be enjoying themselves. That's important for a restaurant, I think.
Restaurant number two is The Admiral. From the outside, it looks like a dive. On the inside it looks like a dive. However, like the ugliest oyster, when you shuck it you reveal a most beautiful pearl. Haute cuisine served with excellent compositions and fantastic flavor combinations. I had the crispy duck breast served over Southern style green beans (read: cooked with bacon) and shallots. It was cooked perfectly- just to the edge of rare in the center. David had venison served with purple potato hash and something else ( I can't remember and I'll explain why), Lisa had lamb chops with blueberry paint, asparagus, and home-made goat milk feta, and Susan had quail with an apricot puree and balsamic reduction served over wilted chard.
Now, I can remember everyone's dish perfectly except David's, because they also had on the menu "The Admiral's Grog," which was an inticing mixture of rum, cheerwine, angostura bitters, and something else. You all know I can handle my adult beverages well. Not this thing. I wasn't halfway through it and I was feeling mighty fine. Of course, by the time we got around to dinner I'd been up for almost 24 hours, and it was well past my naptime, but for someone who can hold their liquor pretty well it was quite surprising.
I felt like a judge on Top Chef, we all had tastes of everyone's food and it was lovely. Dessert was some strange banana thing; don't recall the name of it, but as pretty as it was it seemed almost like an afterthought. We all had a bite, and sips of the mini chocolate-banana malted, and were amused and perplexed. Maybe that was the idea. That's why we hit up the two spoons for ice cream and I got the best flavor, the black mocha stout.
We boogied back up home-side, and I stayed over at David and Lisa's and we played Rayman, which is a fantastically addictive game. My favorite were the shooter games, but the dancing ones were neat. I'd never played a Wii before, so that was fun.

Sunday, I went out to Piss Holler to party with O and the fam, and we got into crafty goodness and put some work into the Smurf cards, and grilled burgers. We got chased inside by a surprise thunderstorm, and round two dropped hail and had winds gusting every which way. Next time I'm hosting, and we'll break in the bonfire pit in my back yard and watch a movie or two.

Monday is pretty much a blur, and Tuesday as well; I slept, did laundry, read, and slept some more; catching up for the week, I guess. I really should be in bed right now, but I'm watching it rain; I hope it doesn't rain out the CUUPs camping trip; that would be a bummer. Work has been work; I swear, if it gets any more like Office Space, I'm going to scream.
My sunburn is gone; I'm almost done peeling, and aside from my legs still healing up a little, I'm none the worse for wear. Moral of the story is, don't fall asleep in the bed.
This weekend I think I'm going to move some furniture around and put my bookshelves together. I wish I could find my copy of Sock, that would be some good reading for a rainy day. For now, I shall retire; I am off to bed to snuggle with my kitty, who has been most patient while I have sat here typing.

I'm zaftig.

zaf·tig /ˈzɑftɪk, -tɪg/ [zahf-tik, -tig]
–adjective Slang.
1. (of a woman) having a pleasantly plump figure.
2. full-bodied; well-proportioned.
3. full-bosomed.

Also, zoftig.
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[Origin: 1935–40; < Yiddish zaftik lit., juicy, succulent; cf. MHG saftec, deriv. of saf(t), OHG saf (G Saft) sap1, juice]

I think I'm going to applique that to the back of my pants. Its a good word, zaftig. Calls to mind silk, coffee, roses, peaches, romantic moments; those sudden black and white movie kisses, the ones where he grabs her by the arms and presses his mouth to hers; the kind that look stolen but if you take a moment, you'll see that both parties give in freely, the kisses are invited, welcome, and they are melting into each other's embrace, if only for a few seconds. He can't resist to touch her softness, and she knows it, and that's perfectly fine with her. A purely sensual word, one you don't hear often; like voluptuous, but without the connotation of denial.

Zaftig.

In other news, I am pretty much recovered after spending Saturday night through yesterday morning shuddering in the grips of sun poisoning thanks to my idiot impulse to lay in the tanning bed for much longer than necessary; I don't know if I dozed off but they had new bulbs and by the time I noticed that my skin actually was hot, my bacon was well, crispy. It didn't help that I didn't immediately throw on some aloe, but passed out on the couch before going to the sand mandala meditation at the church, but I made up for it by spending most of the weekend aloed and in a stupor under a fan. Now that I can actually wear clothes without crying, I think I'm on the mend.