(no subject)
So today I woke up and my first thought was "something's wrong". Now, it's not like waking up at 6:30 EVER feels *right*, but today the sense of wrongness was tangible and overwhelming.
So I stumbled out of bed thinking "WTF", made my way to the bathroom... and as I looked in the miror, it suddenly became clear just exactly WHAT was wrong. And how.
To my horror, my face looked somewhat like this: -_O.
...
Yes, gigantic, monumental, hideous under-eye swelling. Combined with sinus pain and a runny nose from hell. My first thought was "OH SHIT I HAVE AUTOIMMUNE DISEASE MY FACE IS EATING ITSELF", which is a testament to my mental clarity (or lack thereof) at 6:30 in the goddamn morning. yays.
Needless to say, I spent about 40 minutes with a huge icepack on my eye, frantically reapplying de-puffing serum and praying that I can leave the house without scaring little school children. And indeed, the swelling has subsided... but I'm still deeply fucking disturbed. WHAT THE FUCK, FACE. way to go. I knew something fishy was up because I've had great skin days for the past week or so. Calm before the storm! My face was just gearing up for the ginormous PUFFY EYE attack. Awesome!
Anyway. Speaking of school children. My good friend's boyfriend was arrested on Monday for... *drumroll* trying to hook up with minors over the Internets. He "met" a 14 year old girl in a chat room and arranged a real life meeting... only to find out the lolita he anticipated was actually THE POLICE. While it is hilarious and awesome that he got pwned in such a fashion, my friend's reaction wasn't funny in the slightest; she was, predictably, quite devastated. Hell, I wasn't dating the guy, but I felt pretty shaken myself. I suppose you never really know who people are... until it hits you right in the face.
I'm flying to Texas tomorrow morning and I have no clean clothes. Everything is either dirty or has dog fur on it... ALL OVER IT. Here's hoping my laundry service can process 3 gigantic bags of clothing in under 3 hours... otherwise I'm fucked. All I have to wear is a bathing suit, heels and a Juicy velour tracksuit (shut up, it's comfy), which would be an interesting fashion choice for a nice dinner with the in-laws on Saturday.
dang.
So I stumbled out of bed thinking "WTF", made my way to the bathroom... and as I looked in the miror, it suddenly became clear just exactly WHAT was wrong. And how.
To my horror, my face looked somewhat like this: -_O.
...
Yes, gigantic, monumental, hideous under-eye swelling. Combined with sinus pain and a runny nose from hell. My first thought was "OH SHIT I HAVE AUTOIMMUNE DISEASE MY FACE IS EATING ITSELF", which is a testament to my mental clarity (or lack thereof) at 6:30 in the goddamn morning. yays.
Needless to say, I spent about 40 minutes with a huge icepack on my eye, frantically reapplying de-puffing serum and praying that I can leave the house without scaring little school children. And indeed, the swelling has subsided... but I'm still deeply fucking disturbed. WHAT THE FUCK, FACE. way to go. I knew something fishy was up because I've had great skin days for the past week or so. Calm before the storm! My face was just gearing up for the ginormous PUFFY EYE attack. Awesome!
Anyway. Speaking of school children. My good friend's boyfriend was arrested on Monday for... *drumroll* trying to hook up with minors over the Internets. He "met" a 14 year old girl in a chat room and arranged a real life meeting... only to find out the lolita he anticipated was actually THE POLICE. While it is hilarious and awesome that he got pwned in such a fashion, my friend's reaction wasn't funny in the slightest; she was, predictably, quite devastated. Hell, I wasn't dating the guy, but I felt pretty shaken myself. I suppose you never really know who people are... until it hits you right in the face.
I'm flying to Texas tomorrow morning and I have no clean clothes. Everything is either dirty or has dog fur on it... ALL OVER IT. Here's hoping my laundry service can process 3 gigantic bags of clothing in under 3 hours... otherwise I'm fucked. All I have to wear is a bathing suit, heels and a Juicy velour tracksuit (shut up, it's comfy), which would be an interesting fashion choice for a nice dinner with the in-laws on Saturday.
dang.