The air in the theatre has officially been deemed 'Dry As All Hell'.

I was standing in there, basecoating one of the windows for Footloose white, when Tyne just stops and stares at me.

"What? Am I growing tenticles or something?"

"No, but you're bleeding."

"...bleeding? From where?" I check my dry, dry lips, but they haven't cracked.

"Your nose, actually."

"Oh. Shit."

And I promptly left to go to the bathroom as to not get any blood on the nice white paint were were painting.

It stopped quickly, but still. It's unusual that I just get a bleeding nose randomly like that. Usually there's a season, and it's not quite the season yet (though I think it's starting soon).

Oh well.

Stupid air.

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Rosie.

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