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Okay, which one of you fuckwads has been punching me in the eye while I'm sleeping? Because seriously, that is not cool.

Today my doctor told me I most likely have a tiny black blood clot floating around in my vitreous humor, and the most likely cause of this is a big ole punch in the eye. The following conversation ensued:

But I haven't been punched in the eye.
Are you sure?
Pretty sure, yeah.
Have you been poked in the eye?
Not that I can recall, no.
Hmmm.
Is there any way to make it go away?
Not really, no.
Will it go away on its own?
Likely not.
Well, fuck. What am I supposed to do?
Maybe you could give it a name, since you'll probably be spending a lot of time together.
Won't people think I'm weird for talking to the spot in my eye?
Not as weird as the people who talk to nothing at all.

Now I can see why she went to six more years of college than I did.