Pink like unto a lobster
Y'ken how it was very sunny this morning? Well, I spent the sunniest four hours manning a zebra crossing for the uni open day. All I had to do was smile incessantly, and explain the way to the exhibition centre / central hall as required, which left a lot of time to get SUNBURNED!
My face goes from true lobster pink at the forehead, down to relatively normal skin tone at the chin. My forearms are pink too, and the left has a pale watch-mark on the wrist. My poor nose has it worst of all.
In Other News: my house feels really weird. It's empty of people I know, and full of people I don't. I don't want to be here anymore. Also, we have apparently accumulated seven easy-squeezy bottles of mayonnaise over the last year, none of which are mine, and all of which I have lined up in the door of the fridge, partly for posterity's sake, partly because I'm pissed off that people have abandoned their stuff, expecting me to deal with it cos I'm the last one out.
My face goes from true lobster pink at the forehead, down to relatively normal skin tone at the chin. My forearms are pink too, and the left has a pale watch-mark on the wrist. My poor nose has it worst of all.
In Other News: my house feels really weird. It's empty of people I know, and full of people I don't. I don't want to be here anymore. Also, we have apparently accumulated seven easy-squeezy bottles of mayonnaise over the last year, none of which are mine, and all of which I have lined up in the door of the fridge, partly for posterity's sake, partly because I'm pissed off that people have abandoned their stuff, expecting me to deal with it cos I'm the last one out.