How was your day, buddy?

Oh, really?
....uh hu.....uh hu....yeah. Yeah, i know that dude.
...He did what?...really? That's kinda fucked up.
Me? How was my day? Oh, not bad. I just started BLEEDING FROM THE EYE THIS AFTERNOON!
and not in the cool, the Vatican should be calling with my canonization any time now. No, i was bleeding from the eye in the end up at an urgent care clinic kind of way. Here are a few thoughts i wrote down while being tended to by the physician's equivalent of an indentured servant:

-I have become the office oddity for ten minutes. The doctor, upon leaving the examination room, told the nurses about my condition. I felt a slight stab of shame as they reacted with horror and disgust, the doctor asking if one or another of them wanted to have a look at me, the sideshow freak. I did not enjoy the fleeting, grotesque celebrity the doctor created for me, not one eye bleeding minute. But i made damn sure to daub at my eye with a stained kleenex as i passed the nurses station.

-Sitting atop the examination stand, some ailing show cock past his prime, and weeping blood from my eye, the act carrying no Catholic miraculousness, i wonder if the organic, brown smudges on the floor are similar in content to the shit discharging from my left eye. Eww.


Let's just say this is my body malfunctioning under the strain of planning a wedding, finishing a semester, and teaching the entitled masses of high school dropouts swarming across the Jax Beaches are how to conjugate a verb.

If this keeps up, pics will follow. Here's blood in your eye!