12 July 2004

Psalms 121:6

The sun shall not smite thee by day, nor the moon by night.

O, was I smited.

Something awful.

It's not the redness or the soreness of the sunburn. It's the ITCHING.

I would say something clever about it, but right now I can't think of anything. I can't concentrate on anything except how supremely uncomfortable I am. Not having slept properly in two days doesn't help.

Sorry, nothing worth reading here.

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