Don't Play With Fusion Reactors... Especially Ones Located in the Sky
So... Today is like any other day. I woke up, had some coffee, received some wonderful emails requesting that I pursue one of my aforementioned failed projects, and then proceeded to the pool to find melanoma.
Let's just say the pool scenery was as wonderful as ever. I certainly enjoy the people that find the allure of the pool too tempting to resist. So I layed there in the sun, reading about Howard Roark watching Dominique while she poses for a sculpture, talking with Josh (do not remember about what), and then attempting to sleep despite the loud booty music blaring from the front office. I layed there for approximately one-hundred minutes. Finally, I grew weary of all the distractions and retreated back to my apartment.
Within ten minutes of being inside I realized my grievous mistake. Why again do I want to find melanoma? Geez... I have never been more burned in my life. I am in hell and currently contemplating suing the sun for damages. I am thinking that only direct exposure to a nuclear core would be worse, but only a little. Anything is better than this. Apparently, I found melanoma. But then again, I am not white anymore. The burn is incredibly even.
Also, on a non-painful note, I have dark brown hair again. And it’s real short. My natural hair color is rather strange looking. It’s just so dark looking, but I am certain that this is just the contrast. I am done now. It is too painful to type any longer. I have to find a cool place to lay down and be real still like for… Well, for a long, long time. Until the dreadful pealing process begins.
Sunshine outside... Good.
What was I thinking today?
Skin cancer for me...
-James
P.S. Did I mention that I am dying? That I am in incredible pain and it is all my fault!
Let's just say the pool scenery was as wonderful as ever. I certainly enjoy the people that find the allure of the pool too tempting to resist. So I layed there in the sun, reading about Howard Roark watching Dominique while she poses for a sculpture, talking with Josh (do not remember about what), and then attempting to sleep despite the loud booty music blaring from the front office. I layed there for approximately one-hundred minutes. Finally, I grew weary of all the distractions and retreated back to my apartment.
Within ten minutes of being inside I realized my grievous mistake. Why again do I want to find melanoma? Geez... I have never been more burned in my life. I am in hell and currently contemplating suing the sun for damages. I am thinking that only direct exposure to a nuclear core would be worse, but only a little. Anything is better than this. Apparently, I found melanoma. But then again, I am not white anymore. The burn is incredibly even.
Also, on a non-painful note, I have dark brown hair again. And it’s real short. My natural hair color is rather strange looking. It’s just so dark looking, but I am certain that this is just the contrast. I am done now. It is too painful to type any longer. I have to find a cool place to lay down and be real still like for… Well, for a long, long time. Until the dreadful pealing process begins.
Sunshine outside... Good.
What was I thinking today?
Skin cancer for me...
-James
P.S. Did I mention that I am dying? That I am in incredible pain and it is all my fault!