Yup

I have eyestrain so badly at the moment I look like I am constantly smelling the inside of a sumo wrestler's butt gear.  Diaper. G-towel.  Whatever that thing is called that doesn't hide any of their ass quiver at all . I've been doing these reports that take all of my time and have me squinting at scientific data in tiny wee type on a spreadsheet all day long and my peepers have decided enough is enough. Combined with the super early start and the fact I am ridiculous at getting to bed anywhere close to early, weekdays are just a blur of puffy eyes and frowning till I can get home to my little warm place, eat some cheese and not say another word till next morning.  My eyes look like Daryl in "The Walking Dead".

Well, not like him per se, that would be weird.  But like his eyes.

Daryl is kind of dirty hot isn't he?  Ladies?  No?  Suit your damn selves.

I'm also enjoying the fact it's almost April and has snowed the last few days, blowing an icy, bitter hell wind right in my poor defenceless face (We spell it with a "c" you can get over it), which is just what you want when you've just tumbled out of your warm, multi-blanketed bed into some sort of frigid city wasteland at 5:50am.  This paragraph was sarcastic.  In case you were fooled. I don't enjoy it one tiny iota and neither should you.

Changing the subject entirely, my phone has the loudest text notification I've ever heard.  It just went off unexpectedly making me throw peanuts in my cleavage accidentally and I wouldn't be surprised if I stamped the inside of my pants with an umber raspberry, I got such a fright.

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