Sunday, 7 April 2013

Summer Is Necessary

I have pink eye. What? What is happening to my immune system? First infected sandfly bites, then a week of headaches and almost fevers, and now bleary conjunctivitis? I reported to school today for work, but they told me to go away. Preferably to a doctor's office. But as none was open so early in the morning I had to go to Starbucks and wait for half an hour. Before I left work I told them I would go to this favorite of their haunts and run my hands up and down the counter and finger all the condiments by the cash register out of revenge. That's what you get for shuddering and calling me 'unclean, unclean!' I'm looking at you, Scot Byrd.

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