Well, I recently messed up my eyebrows a bit, and it got me thinking. I've been plucking them for so many years, I'd forgotten what the heck I was doing. So, I consulted the Internet. First, about a week ago, and then today. It was today that I felt bold enough to test out what I discovered via image-googling the word, "eyebrows". The conclusion was that they should begin in-line with the outer edge of my nostrils. So, I took a little stencil/ruler I had, used it to line things up, and proceeded to yoink all the hairs that fell on the inner side of the boundary. Where your eyebrows should end, and where the arch should be is found in a similar fashion, but I'm going to have to let mine grow out for a week or two before I can test that.
In conclusion, it turned out very nicely and I am well pleased. Pictures detailing my instruction/inspiration, tools, and results to follow.
about 5:40 AM
I had to turn that damn PS2 off, because it was louder than hell. I beat the cold with a bunch of blankets. The inhaler makes my heart race at, like, 140-something beats per minute. Of course, I fumbled with it the first time, and gave myself three sprays, instead of one. I've had trouble sleeping, to say the least, so when the dogs started barking, a minute ago, it was I who came to their rescue. A chattering squirrel woke them up–surprisingly, all they wanted to do was water the lawn and go back to sleep. I ate a chocolate mini-cupcake and came back upstairs. I feel almost entirely fine. All my discharges are clear or a very light yellow, and I'm having no trouble breathing. I guess when the doctor said he was giving me a stronger antibiotic, because I'd been sick for a week, he wasn't kidding. I think I'm going back to bed, for now...
In conclusion, it might have been an exaduration to tell the doctor I felt like a baby was sitting on my chest.
So, it turns out that my little cold is actually a fever, sinus infection, and bronchial infection, all rolled into one miserable package. Whilst I sat there in his office hacking up a lung, the doctor—leaning closer to my face—said, "Right now, you might be contagious." He also said I should rest and take it easy, and be O.K. to go back to school on Monday. I'm to take an antibiotic pill the size of a grub twice a day, for the next 10 days, and I have an inhaler–to be used either every 6 hours, or as needed.
I just want to curl up next to Will and fall asleep. I feel pathetic and cold. My room is like ice. I'm leaving my PS2 on tonight, in hopes that it will heat the place up, as it has in the past... or, at least, let's hope it was the PS2 and not the TV that generated all that warmth. Meh. I think I must be living with snowmen.
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