I am horribly, horribly sunburned.

My face, hideous and offensive already, is considerably worse. I am a monstrous horror; the fact that I even considered leaving the house earlier was insanity.

The camping, aside from the disfigurement, was fine. I enjoyed myself and was only slightly under-prepared. Some of my clothes smell like smoke, though this is not entirely unpleasant.

There's a cranefly floating about that's really fucking pissing me off right now. I thought I smashed it with a box of tissue, but it's only partially crippled. I will brutally murder this insect, as is only fitting. I wholly endorse the wholesale slaughter of nearly all insects on the planet, regardless of the cost to the rest of the environment.
Anyway, the reason I left the house today is because my friend Andy, whom I see so rarely since he abandoned us for the hell on earth that is Pasadena, was having a bit of a Star Trek movie party. They'd already watched the first 3 without me at a previous date, so we watched the following four. It was fun. Most of these I haven't watched in their entirity in some time, so it was kinda neat. They intend to polish off the last two within the next two weeks, so we'll see how that goes.

I still need to hit Helter Skelter this week, but it's going to be difficult, what with it being on Wednesday and the entire world working but me. Perhaps I should just try and hit Clockwork or Stigmata this weekend and be content with that...
My face is in pain. I think I'll take a long bath after I get done watching large-breasted women have sex on some website...