|My friend tells me I never really looked like this, so maybe it's more so how I felt.|
Or maybe my friend is a liar.
If this had happened a week later, I wouldn't have even needed a Halloween costume.
I take a lot of pride in taking care of my skin, so it's been a blow to my self-confidence that the reaction left me with this rash. While I've felt physically fine, I haven't wanted to leave the house or get in front of the camera for the past week. Thanks to some healing ointments and creams, the majority of the problems were gone after about a day, but I've still been obsessing over getting it healed completely.
Since I haven't felt much like going out during the day, I've been going out at night for little walks and to get some fresh air. (I'm just now realizing this entry totally makes me sound like a vampire. It's a fair comparison.) On one of my walks, I looked up and remembered that stars exist (I made a bad grade in Astronomy in college so I tend to forget stars are up there), so I downloaded the Google Sky Map app so I could start learning the names of the brightest stars just in case I ever needed to sound smart in a conversation. Seeing as how I don't like driving at night or straying too far from home once it gets dark, I'm not sure when I'll ever be in a situation where I'm surrounded by people outside at night. But that doesn't stop me from imagining myself at a dinner party out on a lawn where the conversation goes something like this:
[Scene: Group of fancy people outside in ball gowns and tuxedos drinking champagne and talking, probably in British accents]
Fancy gentleman: Oh my, the stars sure are shining brightly on this clear night.
Fancy lady: Why yes, just look at that one. [Gestures towards star] It appears to be twinkling.
Me: [Speaking casually] That, my dear, is Vega--the brightest star in the Lyra constellation and fifth brightest star in the night sky. [Takes slow sip of champagne]
Everyone else: [Impressed murmurs and delighted clapping]
Anyway, knowing the names of the stars led me to looking them up on Wikipedia. Which led me to various other space-related Wikipedia pages. Which led me to feeling so incredibly tiny compared to everything else. Which finally resulted in an Internet overload-induced existential crisis. So even if I ever get invited to a fancy nighttime dinner party, I'll probably be too busy having a breakdown to go.
Other than that, I've passed the time by replaying Tomb Raider: The Angel of Darkness (which is my least favorite Tomb Raider game but wasn't as bad as I remember it being when I was younger), becoming addicted to various phone games (including BrainWars, the Sailor Moon game for android, and Beat MP3), cleaning out my closet, searching for vintage Furbys on eBay (I really want one of the green ones from 1998, which is the first one I ever had), and, as usual, trying to figure out what to do with my life (with no success). Videos return on Monday.