I just got back from the beach, and I have the perfectly tomato-red legs to prove it. We only had one actual day of sun (the others I spent in a hoodie, wrapped in a towel, admiring the ocean from afar), but boy did I use up that one day of sun. Sunscreen is for wusses (which I will happily be next time).
It was really an excellent time, complete with nail painting to Beyonce, a fabulous game of putt putt, and loads of ice-cream, but now it’s back to reality, with papers to write, an apartment to clean, and loads of ice-cream to eat.
Only one problem: I can’t get out of bed because moving disturbs my monster of a burn.
Good thing the ice cream is near.