So yah, I can't explain how or why, but some kind of crumb or something ended up under my eyelid and irritated my eyeball to hell. After about 20 minutes of rinsing, I think I removed the foreign object, but my eyeball now has an ugly red mark and is still irritated.

At least I have a reason to wear an eyepatch. Eyepatches are badass.

no, I'm not still alive.

stop asking.

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If you don't already know, I never got into Hawaii, the airline screwed me over royally. I was able to visit with Parker, which was cool since I hadn't seen him in ages.

Not prepared to go back to work, mom is coming home tomorrow morning and the house is a total mess. Too lethargic to clean up, too melancholy to care.

Wellp, today I'm off on my vacation. Much fun shall be had by myself. Now... I have precious little time to find a ride to the airport...

Ok... so this cute girl hits on me, and I DON'T ask her for her number? What the hell is wrong with me?

Oh well, now I have to try and find her again.

Yay, I'm going to Hawaii in early October!

That is all.

So yah... this guy at my work takes a transit level and sets it up in our yard, using the binocular portion to try to view into the windows at the apartments across the street. He's like "Yah.. if ONLY there was a naked girl right now.." Then another guy is like ".. That's a senior's complex!"

So yah, one of the guys at my work delivered something to this Japanese guy named Phuck-Lung. I'm not even kidding.

"You Phuck-Lung?" "Oh yes, I Phuck-Lung."

Can you imagine what it must have been like for people our age in the 70's, to grow accustomed to all this amazing music being written by many groups, then all of a sudden be wrapped in the synthezizer styles of the 80's?