A few days later, and I can only be thankful that all my hair is still mine...
Waking up two-thirds of the way back to LA? Not so much with the fun.
Particuarly given the fact that I screamed, swerved, didn't hit the semi, and did hit the tree on the side of the road. Ouch.
So managed to limp back to Sunnydale, check back into the hotel, and nursed my bruises.
Vaguely remember a small, ugly man and fun (not) with the toilet... ick.
Then I got online and caught up with everything that was happening that day. I found the posts from the person who was in my body and discovered I was thisclose to waking up with a bald head or something. Sheesh! Hands off the hair!
Anyway, it's Friday, it going to be Friday night, and I'm ready to go out. Willy's, here I come.
Particuarly given the fact that I screamed, swerved, didn't hit the semi, and did hit the tree on the side of the road. Ouch.
So managed to limp back to Sunnydale, check back into the hotel, and nursed my bruises.
Vaguely remember a small, ugly man and fun (not) with the toilet... ick.
Then I got online and caught up with everything that was happening that day. I found the posts from the person who was in my body and discovered I was thisclose to waking up with a bald head or something. Sheesh! Hands off the hair!
Anyway, it's Friday, it going to be Friday night, and I'm ready to go out. Willy's, here I come.