_chris_

So I'm sitting here, chilling at my parents' house right now, typing all this from my brother's computer... I was supposed to be closing at work this evening, but I left early instead because my eyes were bugging me quite a bit. Fun shit. Not really.

Tomorrow, I get to wake up early as fuck to go get a new starter for my piece-of-shit car, then I get to go to the eye doctor for an eye exam or whatever. I'm thinking I might just get glasses. Yay for me, but not really. In the event that I do get glasses, that would be crazy. I'll magically turn into the stereotypical painfully Asian guy overnight. You just wait.

Fucking shit, my eyes burn like fuck all. Even the little bone ridges around my eye sockets are sore. My eyelids are just begging for me to go to sleep soon, because I'm sure they're tired of my shit, the constant rubbing and scratching. I'm tired myself, of the constant obsessive-compulsive hand washing over these past few days, out of paranoia that I have some highly infectious fucked-up eye disease or whatever, of which I'm ridiculously self-conscious and unwilling to let spread to anyone else.

I do find it really funny, though, to stand really close to people, to get right up in their shit, and start asking, "Does this look like pinkeye? Do you think it's really as contagious as they say?". It's not pinkeye, that's for sure, but still... They don't know that.

If I can make at least one person feel ill-at-ease, then I know my day counted for something, at least...

I just want to go home and go to sleep... This sucks so, so much.

Later all... Hope all is well in SG-land.

-Chris-