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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.)

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  1. Anonymous3:51 PM

    UUUGGGGGHHHHH.

    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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