Notes from the weekend

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Friday 2p — OMG NOT MORE ABBA MAKE IT STOP

Friday 11p — Well, it’s not the HARDEST bed in existence…  but definitely #2.

Saturday 7a — ogod my back.  Also, my feet are blistered.

Saturday 10a — Breakfast is nom.  But blisters on the bottom of both feet don’t make walking the boardwalk sound terribly appealing.

Saturday 2p — Of course, relaxing with a book all day is verra nice.

Saturday 4p — OMG EXCEPT FOR THE SUNBURN

Saturday 8p — Yummy food, but zomg too much!

Saturday 11p — So tired.  So uncomfortable.  Aloe plz.

Sunday 6a — oww my back.  ow my arm.  ow my shins.

Sunday 9a — OMG YUMMY SMOOTHIE (banana, chai, yogurt)

Sunday 11a — New shirts!  Happy birthday to me!  but so tired and blisters hurt.

Sunday 2p — O GOD NOT MORE ABBA PLEASE MAKE IT STOP!!

Sunday 6p — Okay, now for some ACTUAL music.  Thank god for our car.

Sunday 9p — Home again!  Yay! *faceplant in comfy bed*

Beach was more fun than I was expecting, but the bottoms of my feet are both blistered, any exposed skin got burnt, and the skin that stayed covered got heat rash.  Also, David’s parents have the music taste of middle-aged gay men, meaning an overdose of the Mamma Mia soundtrack over the course of the weekend.  But his mom went shopping and got us both clothes from the Outlets as an early birthday, which is also very appreciated.

Probably the type of weekend I’ll like more in hindsight after the redness and soreness have faded and I’ve caught up on sleep.

Also, no clue what to do for blogpost for tomorrow or the next two Tuesdays (which matters as, starting next week, it’s a week in Cali with MY family.  Oy.)

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