Ugh. Not sitting in the hot tub last night qualifies as a VERY VERY BAD IDEA. My arms are really, really sore. My right arm is SO sore, that I can't bend it without gritting my teeth a little bit. I should have planted myself in that hot tub for a few minutes. Ow.
In other news, I have high hopes that the hair-restorative shampoo my mother gave me for Valentine's Day (Love ya, Mom!) may be working. All of a sudden I see a ton of fine little hairs on my head which I don't remember being there in the past. Of course, it's like peach fuzz, and I'm not sure that it wasn't there before, but at this point I'm cautiously optimistic.
I'm watching a tape of Monday's Partnership Tax class - Bogdanski is as entertaining as ever, but I really need to get through this so I can get the tape to a fellow student. So, I'm skipping his story about the crazy guy that came to his house at 11:30 the other night.
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