I have rubbed my eyes so much and so hard in the last week that I’m seriously starting to wonder if I could damage my eyes (yes) or have permanent bloodshottiness (probably). I just googled the dangers of rubbing your eyes and scared myself silly. Stupid allergies. I am taking medicine and liberally dousing my eyes with Visine and yet: OH GOD THE ITCHING. IT ITCHES. AAAAAAAA!!!!
It’s so bad that there is literally only about an hour or so that I have mascara or make-up on before I arrive at work. By lunch it’s all gone even though I refrain from rubbing my eyes at work, because AAAAAAAAA!!! It’s torture. Then I spend the rest of the work day looking swollen and teary and haggard. Nice!
Martin has taken 11 of his 15 exams. He’s finished 4 subjects. Martin says he wants to die a little bit less for every test he takes.
Pfft. What a baby.
It’s been a gorgeous week but I’ve been so busy at work that I haven’t been enjoying much of it (what I can see of it through my red, irritated eyeballs). Haven’t made it out for a walk at lunch except once. Haven’t made it out for a walk after work except once…once I came home and promptly fell asleep for 2 hours and once I worked until 5:30 and then came home and did stuff around the house until I sat down to write this post. What am I complaining about? It’s only Wednesday! But geez freaking louise this week feels long.
We watched the first Eurovision semi-final last night and I actually had to mute one of the songs, it was so screechy and awful. And what if Russia wins, as they are tipped to do this year (though they’re tipped to win pretty much every year)…what will the gay Eurovision fanboys do?? They can’t go to Russia! They’re not welcome there! Actually, I think Sweden should just host it every year. We do a great job. Apparently the competition is being shown live in the US for the first time ever and I bet after the first three songs, someone was regretting that decision. Sheesh, what a trainwreck. However, we will of course, watch the second semi-final on Thursday and the final on Saturday because YOU CAN’T NOT WATCH IT.
Especially if you have popped your eyeballs from rubbing them too hard.