There are a few things that I really should be doing, but I have to stay inside until the sun goes down.

I haven't turned into a vampire. At least, I don't think I have. No, I'm nursing a pretty wicked sunburn. I went to Corona Del Mar on Thursday with an assortment of people including the old roommates, and I got roasted. I had to ER from Jungle yesterday because I was simply in too much pain; I got some nasty blisters on my shoulders from the costume. The current housemates went to Balboa Pier earlier, and are now at Michael's dad's house, but I opted out, because I can't really do much. Showering was pretty difficult. I normally can't stand cold showers, but obviously I couldn't have hot water. Since lifting my arms also hurts (another reason I couldn't stay at Jungle yesterday; limited shoulder movement meant I was like a T-Rex in the boat), reaching up to wash my hair was pretty damn uncomfortable to say the least. I'm now wearing the softest shirt I have, the shirt Mom brought back for me from her honeymoon in the Bahamas, which I dyed pink long ago in the requisite laundry accident everyone must have as part of living on their own. It looks a little silly; I usually use it as pajamas. I had a brief burst of energy and started the monumental task of cleaning the kitchen, but now I'm a little (if you will) burnt out. I'm debating going shopping, because more supplies are needed to get the kitchen clean and I'm a little low on groceries, but I don't really want to expose myself to any more sun. I also desperately need to clean out my car--same thing.

So yeah. I start classes on Monday, which is a little bizarre. I also have my first actual Trains shift tomorrow, I'm terribly excited. I've started in on the storyboards for American Gods with satisfactory results. All in all, things are sort of vaguely positive. I just need to, you know, heal.