EwI want to take a Brillo Pad to my shins!

It’s been two weeks since I was sunburned on the beaches of California. When I walk around, it still sounds like I’m smuggling tissue paper into some little underground arts and crafts society.

When I take my clothes off, I am greeted by a whiteout of snowflakes that cover everything within a one meter radius in a fine, white residue.

I have started using the Head & Shoulders dandruff shampoo all over my body.

Okay, you get the point.  And I’ve learned my lesson.  I’ve learned it so much that I’ve even started to think that maybe this whole experience is meant to be have some sort of deeper meaning. Maybe the divine is trying to get me tod to grasp some sort of profound metaphor. That life is amazing and wonderful unless you let yourself get burned. Then, it takes time to get rid of all the rotten, injured parts. You have to peel and scratch and go through some significant pain and annoyance… and even sometimes embarrassment to get yourself back to normal.

Honestly, it’s just easier to prevent the whole thing by doing what you know you should have done in the first place. Just protect yourself and wear the sunscreen. It’s makes things so much easier.

If, however, you do choose to learn your lessons the hard way, and venture out into the sun without protection, I warn you now! Be prepared to spend a significant amount of your time shut up inside without any of your beloved sunlight. It is the price you will pay for your foolishness. Trust me.

Metaphor or not, I think it’s fairly apparent that I’m done with this whole moulting thing. I’m really excited to get that fresh set of skin that is starting to emerge from beneath all those nasty, crusty, dead cells.