I'm up. it's about time to go to the laundromat with all my dirty socks and get started. when I am done with that it will be time to grade papers and after that I should do some reading and after that well I think that will be about all.
there is not enough time and there keeps being less and less of it.
when I got up this morning my left eye felt like it had a tiny glass shard in it so I teared and tried to carefully work whatever it was to the corner where I could pick it out of my eye and kept trying and kept trying and it kept hurting and the tears were streaming down my face when suddenly it got better.
I don't have a clue what it was. my eye is a little sore now. maybe some artificial tears are in order. I wonder if I should put some antibiotic ointment in there. it still feels scratchy but not like there is something actually poking it like before.
there is not enough time and there keeps being less and less of it.
when I got up this morning my left eye felt like it had a tiny glass shard in it so I teared and tried to carefully work whatever it was to the corner where I could pick it out of my eye and kept trying and kept trying and it kept hurting and the tears were streaming down my face when suddenly it got better.
I don't have a clue what it was. my eye is a little sore now. maybe some artificial tears are in order. I wonder if I should put some antibiotic ointment in there. it still feels scratchy but not like there is something actually poking it like before.
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I swear I will never again go back to living somewhere that I don't have my own washer and dryer.
I remember the days of having a washer. you could do a load on the spur of the moment just like that and suddenly whatever you wanted to have clean was clean! none of this planning and preparing for a multihour excursion.