Job-ma for billytea, and squish-ma for Prop 8.

Now here I am, putting the EYE into TMI:

So yesterday I was vaguely conscious of a sense of irritation in my left eye from the morning onwards, but it wasn't itchy exactly and mostly I was able to forget about it. It wasn't really a familiar sensation - I've had grit on my lens, or whatever, and it's hellish, but this wasn't painful it was just - it was sensation, really. Vague there's-something-in-my-eye-maybe-an-eyelash sensation.

Getting towards the end of the day I was more conscious of it, and asked one of the kids if he could see an eyelash on my eyeball, or anything (because who has time to duck out of teaching and go find a mirror? Plus - reports to photocopy, assessments to put onto server, books to mark etc etc in any non-contact time). He said nope. A bit later I bumped into a colleague and she said 'Oh, yeah, I see it - you've got a hair on the lens."

But there was no pain, and I was busy, so I just put it on a backburner for another half hour.

Come 2.35pm, all my kiddies are out the door and ushered to the gate, and I ducked into the loo next to my classroom. (It's the only time I've been in the boys' loo, I think, and I figured all the kids were gone so what the hell - and of course surprised a twelve year old boy who was, thank goodness, standing at the sink washing his hands. He was, bless him, shocked. I was all 'You should have gone home!' and he was all 'But I have after school club!' And I was all 'So you should be in the Canteen!' and he was all 'But it's a special club' and I was all 'SO GO TO THE CLUB, KID! GOODBYE!')

Aaanyway. So I lean forward to the mirror, and spot the source of irritation. And yes, it's a bit of hair, but it's not lying flat over the lens, it's sort of poking out of the whatchamacallit - the inner-corner bit. But I get hold of it and pull.

And pull.

And pull.

...and it's a four inch long hair, which I can feel sliding out from INSIDE MY EYE SOCKET. And it's a bit gloopy.

FOUR FUCKING INCHES. MINIMUM.

Honestly, it was like a magician's trick. A really barf-inducing one.

And being the generous-spirited soul I am, I had to share with you lucky people.

First off, Fay, urgh. I hope you flushed it out with saline or water, just to make sure it was all out.

Didn't really squick me out too much because I've had things done to my eyes that would make most people cringe.

Thing the second that has nothing to do with Fay's eye:

Were-dinos.

No, I'm not making that up and no, I haven't taken up drinking in the mornings (although I'm starting to wish I had). Apparently, in the hard copy issue of the same Romantic Times Booklover's that had Amy's fabulous review, they did a big roundup of the upcoming spring releases.

Were-dinos. A publisher actually bought were-dinos. And the readers of RT are apparently looking forward to it.

::bangs head repeatedly on keyboard::

Were-dinos

Buh... but... but the dinos already have the big teeth and the talons and the...

Do the were-dinos grow fur or something?

OMGWTFBBQWere-dinos?

So, yeah, I'm not much with the sleeping yet. And while I'm feeling a lot better, apparently one sneeze is still painful enough to make me cry. WTF?

Also, yeah, Fay, that is pretty gross. But I was afraid for a moment you were going to say it was growing out of your lens. Not that lenses are famous for having hair follicles or anything, but that is what would make it interesting.

Were-Dinos?

Are they people who turn into dinosaurs, or dinosaurs who turn into wolves?

Someone tell me to walk away from trying to self-diagnose on Google.

vw, you know better than that!!!

vw, step away from the search engines. Like Nora said, you know better.

As for the were-dinos, I have no clue. Given that it's romance, I suspect that it's a man-to-dino situation. What the rationale or (big honkin' air quotes, here) "scientific" explanation would be to support the change, I don't know.

All I know is were-dinos.

Oy.

Someone tell me to walk away from trying to self-diagnose on Google.

Did you get bit by a were-dino?