Well, this weekend's been fun. The bike is running better than ever since I got the battery replaced, and I've been talking to long-time friends again whom I haven't seen in years.

I also, stupidly I'll admit, I thought it would be a good idea to go swimming for a couple of hours in the cloudless heat of the day. Not only is my face, chest, back, arms, and stomach completely red-pink, but I do believe I have tiny blisters dotted across my shoulder length.

It hurts to move.

Gotta work on the flash...I've neglected touching it up at all for the past four days, and I can already feel Poozy's glare on my charred hide.

It's the twelfth...soon it'll reach the two-month mark if it hasn't already.

Gotta Hustle. Film at Eleven.