Anyway, I collected it on a magazine and tossed it out the window (I never kill spiders because I like that they eat mosquitoes, but there are pretty much no mosquitoes in Northern California, so maybe I should change that policy?), but needless to say, I'm not going back to sleep this morning.
My face started peeling last night and now I look ridiculous. The bits where skin peeled off are bright pink, which contrasts with the unpeeled skin, which is brownish. My chest area and everything between my shoulders and neck are still radioactive red. This may turn out to be worse than the Great Burn of 2007, suffered at a Giants game with half the exposure time of Venice Beach. The sorta' good thing is that my shoulders have just lost their redness and kept the brown and don't hurt or seem like they're about to peel. Same with my arms and legs.
I watched the episode of 30 Days about coal miners and have gained a whole new respect for them. Like, I always knew vaguely what they did and how grueling and dangerous it was, but to see what the typical day is like for them made it real. And it made me thankful for my aptitude for software development, because I'm quite underpaid for what I do right now, and I make as much as those coal miners for whom the biggest draw for their job is the salary.