Adventures with Dr. Lady Cutie Troublemaker

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My eyes are killing me. My allergies have been sooooo bad lately. With me, it’s all about the itchy eyes and fuzzy head. I don’t usually get a stuffy nose, which is good, I guess. Still, the eye thing is so annoying. It’s nearly impossible not to rub them.

At the bookstore this weekend, I picked up a book about skincare and dermatology and looked up "dark undereye circles." I’ve assumed all year that they were related to lack of sleep, but hell, I haven’t been sleeping enough for a while now, and the circles just popped up last summer. Apparently, the main cause of dark undereye circles is allergies, which completely makes sense. The rubbing breaks blood vessels and basically, you end up giving yourself a slow black eye… at least that was Aaron’s take on it. I think he might be right. My eyes aren’t puffy, and there aren’t bags. Just dark ugliness. I hate it. I want them to go away, but I’m already taking Zyrtec. I don’t know what else to try. It’s pissing me off!

Itchy yet unattractive!

I can’t leave the dark post from yesterday up as the first post people see. I’m not even depressed. I just was having kind of a crap day. Today is much better so far. I woke up at 11:20am, which completely ROOLZ! 😛 Then, I decided I was going to clean this place. I’ve been walking from room to room and setting a timer for 10 minutes. I’ve gotten through every room except my bedroom, and that isn’t too bad. I got a little sidetracked in the kitchen and really went to town on the place. It’s all sparkly (except for the floor and inside the microwave). I have a real day to myself, which is rare, so I’m trying to make the most of it. It’s sort of my last unplanned day before my defense, which is in 11 days and 20 hours (if you’re asking… I have a little countdown running on my statusbar.)

Next up is some dissertation stuff, but it’s just mindless stuff like getting the pagination right. I may even skip it, since I haven’t gotten final comments from my chair. Luckily, he says that so far, they are really minor, so that’s good.

I sometimes think that my honesty gets me in trouble. I’m usually fairly upbeat, but when I’m not, I talk about it, and I think that makes my low moods seem bigger than they are. Lots of people don’t talk about their bad moods. Me? I’m like a gumball machine. If I’m having thoughts or feelings or opinions, then I am talking about them. It’s a curse, but in many ways, it’s served me well… you know… if people can deal with my incessant blah, blah, blah-ing!

Here’s a recent happy picture to put you all at ease:

OK, more stuff to do, more stuff to do.

In this space was a very long post about my melancholy mood, my headache and how I hit my head yesterday, the pinched nerve in my back, a story about a cutter I met yesterday at a high school, and how I’m amazed by the stories I hear in my work. The last part of my post was about PostSecret, the web site where I found these startling post cards:

But my browser crashed, and it all went out into the ether, never to be seen again.