L'anniversaire hier de sac left me feeling aged so I nipped down to the local day spa and shed $200 on a 2 and a half hour collagen facial. I struggled through the 45 minutes of extraction - "How long since you have had this?" "Mmmm a long time" "your face is really dirty - look at this" yuck. Don't really want to see the results of the agony you inflict on me with your orange sticcks displayed in that light. One worm was a half a centimetre long. She told me that I had to have extraction every month for the next 3 and then I could whittle it down to one every 6 weeks and then one every 8. Right now though my face is too dirty.

I might also try Salon de Shoyo as recommended by the fabulous Lady Mathmetician, who knows the fabulous Regina Spektor whom I once saw at the ARS Nova Center and bought her cd which is ace. Say hi to Regina for me please, Fabulous Lady Mathematician.

Anyway, despite the fact that I am not allowed to wash my face or wear make-up for 24 hours (now just about over thank god) my skin feels totally fucking remarkably drop dead gorgeous. And yes, I have a marked decrease in the crows feet around my eyes.