Foo Fighters – “Cold Day In The Sun”
My stupid, stupid eye got worse overnight. It’s, um, pretty embarrassing. I feel bad for people who have to look at me. :o I’m tempted to just head things off and say “It’s okay to not look at me when you talk to me” or “It’s okay to stare. I think it’s weird too.” I’m dreading going to work on Monday and seeing other humans.
Today was bad enough – we got up early so I could check some books out from the library (um, I have a 10 page paper due Monday afternoon. Don’t tell me. I know. I should be working on it.) and I wore my sunglasses the whole time I was outside and tried to pull a Violet (from the movie The Incredibles) and push my hair over my bad eye when I was inside. Daniel said it made it look like I was trying too hard to hide it, but seriously, would you rather look at someone whose hair is over their eye, or someone whose whole left side of one eye is BRIGHT EFFING RED like they have some sort of weird disorder? I’d pick the hair, but that’s me.
I also had the unfortunate experience of trying to put Visine eye drops in myself. I finally had to ask Daniel to do it for me (actually, he offered, because he’s nice like that :cheer:) because I couldn’t make myself get the bottle close enough to my eye for it to land in my eye and not all over my cheeks. Not pleasant. I’ve never used eye drops before, and I can’t say I liked it.
And back to the research I go… :sneer: