So you know how I know that I'm stressed? Because everything falls apart at the same fucking time. I hate cursing, but lately I've enjoyed hearing others do it. And it just seems like they are getting a great satisfaction, but it probably isn't as satisfying... anyways, I digress.
So my fucking contacts are going blurry randomly. Yes, I leave my contacts in too long. Just like I have left them in too long for the past 11 fucking years. And just now, I was driving home and realized I had one eye half closed. I get home and rinse the lens and put it back in. Success! One hour later... I can barely see out of that eye. WTF?!
Guess what else! No. But my wrist hurts. Like a lot. What? WTF?! My gf is coming to visit on friday. I need my arms and hands and wrists and face and ... well you get it. I need all that stuff to be working properly.
So I blew my nose and the snot was not clear. (Sorry mucus haters) But you know what that means. It means I must have a cold coming on. And I was standing up the other day, and an old hip injury HURT so bad. When I say old, I mean it hasn't hurt since 2002... that's like 6 fucking years old.
My mom says stress is cumulative. That's why my grandpa could go fight in WWII and Korea and then in his last few years he couldn't stand the slightest disruption. I think that she must partly be right because I am falling apart. Of course, she is partly wrong because old people are cranky, even if they have lived sheltered, unstressful lives.
Well... I will go fix my eye again.
Fucking hell
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