Sooooooon

My tooth is nicer today, but whatever is wrong with my eye (although my hypochondriac message board - and yes, I go to about 5 of them - insist this is common) isn't any better. It's my own fault for looking, all hypos know good and well the basic "don't look just flush" motto, which is true for all of our weird shit. I looked. And I have some white thing under my eyelid. I would truly appreciate a nice rest from every day finding some new nasty thing on me. I will soon start looking like a fucking contagious leper.

Anyway, just the malady of the day. I should change the name of this blog to What the fuck is wrong today?

We hit Walmart this morning for the candy so pumped full of sugar I am certain there will be children beatings. And I grin. I fuck you not ... 50 dollars worth of candy. I'm getting pretty amped for the event. A bit pissed about the eye, I mean it's the only one I have left so ... why? I can't dress as a pimp with a fucked up eye, it would ruin one's reputation to look like one of your ho's went and beat your ass. Plus I can't really hand out candy if I lose BOTH god damned eyes.

Yeah yeah woe is me. Just bored with it all.

So on the way home from walmart Mr. Morgan went digging in his side compartment and clutched something, with a big grin on his face.

"Whatcha got there?"
"Firecracker."

I frowned.

"What for?"
"To firecrack."
"ok.... can I just..... why do you have that in your side compartment?"
"Someone gave it to me."
"Is that common?"
"Yep. People give me stuff like this all the time."
/blink.
"Ok well.... "

As he lit it and threw it out the window, not close enough to hurt, but close enough to scare a walking dog enough that I saw it jump far enough into the air that it's leash surged back like a reverse bungy cord.

See why we are well matched?

-DM