Muse, congratulations on your Grammy. NOW can I not have to EXPLAIN who Muse are EVERY time I say I'm a fan?
(I still will. NO ONE knows who they ARE! What is WITH people? So busy listening to American shite that you can't be bothered to listen to the BIGGEST BAND IN THE UK RIGHT NOW?)
And congrats to Matt on getting some fashion sense...at least until he got up on stage and wore the shiny suit (Chris, too.) Nice rioters in the front of the stage. Nice FLAMES (loved the flames. They were inspired!) Thought Gaga sucked by comparison. AN EGG?
I am still scratching and I'm going to the doctor on campus tomorrow. I'm either wearing so much lotion I slide out of bed or I scratch holes in my arms. I'll have socks on the hands for a third night in a row so I don't rip myself apart in my sleep.
And it wasn't dish soap that caused it. I haven't touched it in a day and I'm still itching. Mom was supposing the couch might be it. Problem was: I wasn't on the couch at 1 in the morning the other day when I woke up scratching myself and had to practically soak myself in lotion and encase my hands in socks.
Suppose I'll have to get cortisone cream from the school nurse tomorrow. Sigh.
Ta,
Bec
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