New Year's Eve and it's hard to believe
another zodiac has gone around.

While you drank yourself high on hoping
and watched the ceiling spin from the ground.

Counting down from ten it's time
to make your annual prayer.

Secret santa in the sky
when will I get my share?

Then you tell yourself
what you want to hear.

Cause you have to believe.

This will be my year.

This will be my year...Semisonic


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Monday, August 02, 2004

I awoke yesterday morning and took a shower. That is after having decided to scrub down the stove and kitchen sink at about 12:30AM Sunday morning plus I cleaned the bathrooms, all before going to bed.

I tend to get agitated when things are askew. I tend to feel better once I've had the opportunity to right them, mostly because it's all about control and well, dirty stovetops and toilets? Those are the sorts of things that I can control.

Anyway I get up later that morning at around 9AM and I take a shower. Post shower I apply some sort of stinging facial ointment, which in theory is supposed to clear my pores and make me look more matte and less shiny.

When I get to my massive forehead (yes I have a massive forehead of Elizabethan proportions...though in this case and time massive foreheads are not considered attractive)...as I was swabbing my forehead I felt a horrible stinging sensation. But as all American women know, if it don't hurt than in ain't working, love, cosmetics, etc...the rule always applies.

But just to be certain I looked in the mirror only to see a large pulsing, throbbing scar/scratch slicing right down the center of my forehead.

Seriously it was like Henry Potter without the cute bangs and the magical transferal of powers.

When I made Gill look at it, mind you he was still sleeping and without spectacles...well, he told me that it couldn't even be seen.

He obviously lied. Thankfully today at work I was able to hide it a bit with some makeup.

Well guess what? This evening the scratch has been joined by a large throbbing bump of biblical proportions. It's like that cartoon "The Head."

These are not things that I can control and thus I am waiting for the agitation to subside and the spin cycle to commence.
posted by JustKeepMum on 10:51 PM