I love car washes. I've done a lot of 'em, and they're always fun.
I showed up and washed, dried, and yelled at passing cars in the wal-mart parking lot for two and a half hours. yay. Actually, aside from the nausea of the first hour or so, it was fun. I did think I was gonna curl up in the corner and die a few times, but I didn't, so it all worked out. huzzah.
But now my headache's back. And my mother's having that blasted party thing. poo. I hide.