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My Eyeballs Hurt

A few years ago, my roommate Wendy and I established a rule. If you preface a statement with, "I know I'm being a whiny baby..." you're pretty much allowed to say whatever you want. And then those listening affirm that yes, you are indeed a whiny baby. But they like you anyway.

So. I know I'm being a whiny baby...but my eyeballs hurt. I have some sort of strange sickness whose symptoms include: fever, general aches, throbbing head, aching eyes. Interestingly, my throat is fine.

I have no energy to make food for myself, so I ate some slightly-stale cheerios with the last of the milk, poured myself the last of the apple juice, and am now munching on chocolate chips. Mmm, delicious.

I might watch some TV, but kind of wish I could do that with my eyes closed.

Woe is me.

(Because it is Friday, you should all watch this video. This is the exact antithesis of my neighbourhood.)


Aimee said…

This made me miss you and Wendy a lot. I hope your eyeballs feel better soon, lovely friend...and I hope we can Skype soon. I'm off work (newer, cooler job!) every day at 1:30pm this week. Except for Monday, when I'm done at 6pm-- and tomorrow, when I'm competing in an Adventure Race! If we Skype soon enough, I'll get to skip writing you a drawn-out update from last time :) Let's do it!!

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