Paranoia?

As I was saying in an email earlier....

I was super productive today. Just not in ways that really matter.

Work's been going well, for the most part. The end of the second grading period is drawing to a close, so I've been frantically trying to.. well.. grade things. I'm at the point now where I just draw a check and a happy face. Yes, I teach 11th graders. Big whoop, wanna fight about it?

Tomorrow I get to not teach and go to Graham for a theater program meeting. That will be fun, if only for the not teaching part. And then Thanksgiving is in less than three weeks, so I think I can tough it out and make it 'til then without, you know, stabbing myself in the eye.

Funny story, today I stabbed myself in the eye. With my eyeliner. I wasn't wearing my contacts, which shouldn't really make much of a difference, but somehow it did? So I ended up dragging the eyeliner brush across my eyeball. It took a few seconds for the pain to hit me, so I had enough time to gently lower the brush to the cabinet and then I staggered away from the mirror, propped myself up against the doorjamb and just breathed. It was absolute agony and I had inflicted it on myself. On my eyeball.

Then my treadmill fell on me. Again.

I might be cursed.