All the sixes...

15 seconds of exposure to the sun over the weekend have resulted in my super-sensitive baby skin getting burned. I am now a redneck. And I have some red arms too. This country is not equipped for such conditions! And by country, I mean me and all the other dumb lobsters.

So the date is 06/06/06. Should we be afraid? Apart from the fact that Hoppy came back from Vienna*, the milk is turning sour from the heat, and the sun is burning a hole in my head, I see no other signs of the apocalypse. Of course, I might be wrong, maybe we’re all living through a slow descent into hell. That would explain stuff like the Crazy Frog and Big Brother and Michael McDowell, I suppose. But I’m trying to stay positive…

(* Just messin’ Hops, so glad to have you back!)