My nose is killing me!

So I wake up this morning, remember that I had a fitful night's sleep, dreaming of getting punched in the nose. I rub my eyes and .... OUCH! My nose is so sore, even to a very gentle touch. I look in the mirror, and in front of me is WC Fields. It's cherry red, swollen and hurts like snot on the left side. No bite marks, zits or anything obvious. Pretty freakin wierd, and it's getting worse as the day rolls on.

Other than that, I watched Boy in the Striped Pajamas today. True story. I heard about it while we were in Israel earlier this year. Read a little of my book, The Help. As soon as I get about 2/3 of the way through a book, I have a tendency to put it down because I don't want to finish it....it's kinda like losing loved ones, so I procrastinate reading the last few chapters.

I had so much energy a few days ago, but this nose thing has really thrown me for a loop. I put make up on it and it still looks like a beach ball.

Later gator...