My Spring Break Cycle of Suck

In case any of you have been itching for a good, hearty, merciless laugh at Emily, I have good news. Your itch ought to have its satiating scratch after this blog entry, but especially if you shall have the misfortune of seeing me this week.

Yesterday, Friday, I went skiing with mi madre at Deer Valley--something I haven't done in probably 10 years. Needless to say, I stayed on the green circles (the easy runs)--except for when I was forced into a blue square because the only other ways down the mountain were black diamonds. Yeah, I remember when, as a kid, black diamonds weren't so inhibiting, but they definitely were this time. So after hours of keeping my "skis parallel" and my "butt in the mountain," my legs were a bit shaky, having resurrected my ballet muscles--and currently, it's hard to get into or out of a chair.

I have to say that the day was fun ... but I was stupid. When applying sunscreen I did a shotty job and only put it where I usually get sunkissed: the cheeks, forehead, and nose, and maybe chin. For some reason, I didn't pay attention to that little voice telling me to put it all over and, as a result, it looks like my clown make-up didn't come all the way off. I have a red unibrow that is slightly yellow because of blistering; my hairline is crimson/brown; the edge of my cheeks are ... comical, really, and my right cheek looks like some sort of siberian-tiger-themed patch work quilt--and don't forget the small yellow-tinged hills there as well.

And just in case that wasn't enough, I went to bed and awoke with a searing headache and a sore throat. That would be the result of sun, dehydration, lack of sleep, and excess stress. I think last night was the earliest I've gone to bed in ... years. I was in bed, lights out, exercises done, prayers said, scriptures read, teeth brushed, face washed, retainer in, chapstick on by 10:14 p.m. YEAH! And I got a good 13 hours in. . . . . but to no avail, it seems. It's gonna take me at least a week to look semi-human again.