2005-03-21 - 1:08 a.m.
Sunday. Yesterday I guess, though it's still today in my book, and I guess this IS my book so forget I said yesterday.
Today I went to my nephew's birthday party (three years), and got sun burned like a motherfucker. I'm a rookie when it comes to sunlight, I don't know my limit. I suppose with practice this would cease to be a problem. Or, I'd develop a melanoma and maybe die and certainly develop medical bills I can't afford to pay with no medical insurance.
This was the party that would never end. The weather was nice, a strong breeze to help me forget the direct sunlight. I suppose now I could see that as a bad thing. There were plenty of people for me to talk to, and I guess if I were a bigtime talker that'd have been great. As it was, it at least served to pass the time while I quietly wished the party to move along faster.
It ended, my sister told me I got to much sun while rubbing my shoulders because she's thoughtless. I suggested that if I'd gotten to much sun it might make sense to not touch me let alone rub my coarse clothing into my skin. She got defensive, reminding me why I don't spend much time talking to her.
I've mostly been spending the waking part of the day avoiding thinking about going to work tomorrow. Which in someone else's book is actually today. I wonder how much time I've spent awake in my lifetime, trying to prolong the time between now and the day to come.
