A couple things here bear explanation.
First, of course, the dress. I have a very happy memory of this dress, from just last month. Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows had just been released. That Sunday, I cleared my schedule. I put on this dress (over some yoga pants, because it's so damn short - American Apparel again) and walked down the hill to Foster's, one of my very favorite deli-cum-coffee-shops, not least because of the giant plush canvas couch I colonize every time. I got an assemblage of my favorite foods, took off my flip-flops, and curled up to read...for four hours...in the sunlight. I was so wonderfully, hopelessly lost in that world that I began interchanging elements, terms, characters from that world into this world, and vice versa. I was blissfully happy.
Now, the eye patch. This past weekend I picked up a bottle of what I thought was saline solution, to store my contacts overnight. Turns out it was peroxide solution. I.e., the stuff that keeps the Martian topsoil sterile. Because it breaks down organic carbon. LIKE THE CARBON IN MY EYEBALL. I got a nasty shock when I went to put my contacts in. After some screaming, thrashing and a good deal of involuntary crying, I finally went to the hospital. They said I'd be alright in a couple days, but to lay low until then...maybe wear an eye patch, even.
I'm glad to report I'm all better now!
That made me squirm and go 'aaaaaaaaagh'. I am glad you did not completely dissolve your own eye.
Posted by: Remi | August 20, 2007 at 07:16 PM