I really wish DHA (the active ingredient in self-tanners) didn't smell like feet. I don't want to be all wrinkly and Magda-like in five years, so fake baking is out, but my sweet Spring Break tan is gone from keeping weird hospital hours, and tan in a bottle is the only solution I can think of for my paling skin. Sigh. It's going to be fall before I know it anyway, maybe I'll just get used to it. Or maybe I'll go into Derm and invent a melanin pill** so the masses can be tan without the wrinkles or feet smell.

I had my own personal elevator today! Someone was moving in and placed the elevator on hold-call, but then they didn't return it when they were done. I called it my Alli-vator. It waited for me on the 8th floor, and then brought me back up from Caribou. If only I had an Allivator every day.

** I'd sell the melanin pill as an herbal supplement so as to avoid the pesky FDA. Those guys don't let us citizens have any fun.

Call sucks

Hi. As a girl who likes her sleep, I have to say, call is cruel. Last night I got about 2.5 hours of sleep (a bragable number, actually) but I would have gotten more if my pager hadn't gone off right as I was getting back from the previous page... ow. It's actually interesting in a human experiment type of way because now I have no idea what time of day it is.

Anyway, on to more important things... I'm picking out my fall projects! Yay. Vogue has some cool new patterns. This is not one of them.