I look 7 days older than I did last night.

A long time ago, I either read or someone told me that for every night you sleep with your makeup on, you age one week. It didn’t make much sense, but it obviously stuck with me and every time I inadvertently go to bed with makeup on, I think my face has aged seven days.

I’ve had a headache since Sunday evening, and last night what was left of my brains exploded in a gooey mess that dripped out my nether regions. I fell asleep around 7pm (in my makeup) and awoke this morning long enough to swallow two extra-strength brain-solidifying pills and hammer out a quick email to work before passing out again. I forced myself out of bed at 2, but I am wobbly and dizzy and rather slow on the uptake – AND I look a week older than I did yesterday. Today sucks.

I forgot to link these earlier, but I smuggled my super awesome lovely new camera into the Rise Against show last Friday and got some crazy good pics. Check out the gallery – the first bunch are Anti-Flag, the second is Rise Against, and the third is Billy Talent, with some pictures of us and some girl’s ass mixed in between. Enjoy!

Oh, my head.