Be Warned!

What a day, what a day!

Brutal honesty: grooming practices and real-life body functions in this post. Be warned.

Today was absolutely nuts!

Woke up this morning with my eye kind of bugging me. I realized when I went in the bathroom that I'd left my contact in my right eye overnight. I'd done that before, no biggie. My eye was just tired at this point. I took out the contact and wore my glasses. Bloodshot eye. No worries, I thought to myself, It'll go away.

Got to work this morning surfing the crimson tide. I'm in pain, my eye aches and I'm not looking forward to finishing a project that has been a thorn in my side. Not because it was difficult, but because my work PC has been malfunctioning for about 9 months now. I've been waiting for our very busy tech to take it and re-image it, but meanwhile, it has been less and less functional each day. Well, the last two days have and the current project have apparently been to much for my poor, ailing computer to handle because the thing practically blew up.

So amidst the computer problems, my boss comes in and asks if he can take the project I'm working on from me, to which I heartily agree, because he needs me to move on to a series of animations (based on my Macintosh computer) for a RUSH project. Glad to unload the project, but not excited for the new project, which I have been dreading for a week. Before starting the new project, I have to:
1.Copy the old project to a hard drive to give to my boss
and
2. Update my animation project and plugins to be able to work with the file formats I need to use.

Cool, so I just need to access my hard drive and copy the files for my boss.

Wrong.

The computer completely goes haywire. All of my icons dissapear and when I restart the computer, the computer doesn't recognize that I have a mouse or keyboard any longer. Tried a couple of tricks. Nada. Remember my monthly hormonal girly visitor? Its got me nearly in tears. My eye is wigging out at this point (still bloodshot). My co-worker is clearly disturbed as she watches me attack my keyboard and spasm while yelling at my computer. I got up, walked down the hall to the computer tech, who was kind enough to drop what he was doing when he saw my clearly distraught emotional instability and come and make my computer work just enough to copy those files. (While I went upstairs and sat with my sister to calm down).

Got the files copied and passed off. Updated animation program and start the animation. Get a good pace going, Feel pretty good about it, calm down a bit. Phew.

Get home. Check out my eye: still red. Tried Visine. Nada. Ran my finger over my eyeball to find a nice gouge in my eyeball. Lovely. I'm supposed to drive 3.5 hours to Yosemite tomorrow. Great.

Poked some neosporin onto my eye and covered with a patch. Tried to work on my project here at home. That's not working out because it's my Right eye covered in a patch. If you don't know, my Left eye is a lazy eye (it doesn't drift), my right eye is basically my good eye. I get peripheral vision from my left eye. As a detail-giving apparatus, my left eye is useless. I once had an eye doctor tell me to guard my right eye zealously. I never disbelieved that advice, but until tonight, I never panicked about not being able to use my right eye... Wow. Heaven forbid I lose my right eye or my graphics and video career is done. Wow. Wow. Wow. Reality check time.

So I'm not able to work on my project. I decide that I might as well wax my lip and shave my legs. Legs shaved (miraculously, nick-free! I realized later that with today's crazy vibe going I should NOT have even attempted working with a razor blade today...), check. Microwaved the wax. I punched the numbers into microwave with my wonky-vision (not to be confused with Wonka-vision). A few minutes later I realize that the microwave is still going... uh... Opened it up to smell boiling wax and melting plastic. Tried to lift the container and whoosh! Out came all of the wax all over the microwave and one of my kitchen towels. I grabbed the applicator spatula and scraped up some melted wax and then applied to my lip. Grabbed some paper towels and began to sop up the wax while still hot enough to be sopped up. It covers my hands. I'm running around, lip covered in wax. Eye covered with a bandage. Running into things half-blind with sticky fingers. Ridiculous. All I need now is for someone to come over and see this. Thank merciful heaven that didn't happen.

...I just did a load of laundry without adding detergent. Fail.

All things considered in this train wreck of a day, I'm surprisingly calm and optimistic. Wierd. And cool.