my nose is not a french fry
it really is time to learn how to use sunblock. i spent a good deal of time in the bright sun yesterday afternoon. when i looked in the mirror today i could see the wrinkles on my nose. my red nose. it's sunburned. crispy like a fry? i'm not sure about that. it's sunburned to the point of almost hurting, but not really. my skin will start peeling in a matter of days. i also sunburned my lips - so much so that someone noticed saturday night. a saturday night spent in astoria at the famous bohemian hall and beer garden. as expected, i drank a fair amount of beer in a less than fair amount of time. because of my recent goings out and the day spent in the sun, i had to leave early. leaving in just enough time to stumble a few blocks away and into a nearby burger king. i know i've written a lot about fries in the past few days - but what in the world is going on with the fries at burger king? they're french fries (emphasis on the fries). i don't think there is any potato in those fries at all. and don't worry, i'm about to start reading 'fast food nation' soon.