Aside from everything else going on,
today at work, for no apparent reason, James threw a plastic spoon at me. This is a pretty normal occurrence, and it would have been no big deal, except he threw it at my face, and I had my eyes open, and it hit me right in the left eye. I mean, it hit my eyeball. I couldn't see anything for about five minutes, and my eye was streaming tears, and James was extremely apologetic and hugged me, and I really couldn't do anything. It was more shocking than painful, but it hurt a lot too. I finally got to the point where I could open my eye, and then I put water in it, and then I put ice on it. It took me practically half an hour to calm down; it was a very alarming experience. I went into the bathroom to look at it, and I have this red mark where it hit me. I mean, my blood vessels broke there, and it looks weird. Now I can tell people that I shot up into my eye! Yaay!
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