Is what my skin went through today at the Water Festival. Since I am sick and didn't really want to talk to the kids, I volunteered myself to be groundscrew, which involved picking up garbage with a reacher. It was okay, but my skin went from this to this in a matter of hours:
Apparently I not only changed nationalities, I also changed genders
I am telling myself that I am not going to do the Water Festival next year again. Hopefully I read this post this time next year so I don't forget the feeling. You know, the feeling of...heat stroke.
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