My lips threaten to have lives of their own, but it's not quite pretty nor approximately within smacking distance of Angelina Jolie. And it's not the best time for me to wear something yellow or green either. So it's for the best that I'm staying home for the weekend. I suspect that it was the plate of clams at our headwriter's party last night, since it has shellfish and tomato sauce. It's been awhile since I've been this shade of red. Or it could be the drink with sprite and cherries in it. Blast it, I've been taken in by the cherries. And all this after I had tediously avoided the tequila that's been abundant all evening.