Pinkeye sucks. I’m sitting here at my computer with a big patch over my right eye, which is mostly to keep me from touching it, rubbing it, and making things worse. Things look different with one eye, and I keep tripping over things when I walk through the house. So now I know how a cyclops feels. Only I had leftover pizza for lunch and not “scraps of men.”
How was school? Dare I even ask? If you think benchmarking is no fun, try sitting around at home with a persistent itch in your eye that you can’t scratch. I took the patch off to put in my medicated eye drops, and to my horror, my eye was swollen half shut. And this Thursday I perform for the talent show. Mabye I should wear thick dark glasses and call myself “Ray.” It worked for Jamie Fox…