Vision suicide

My eyes are on the verge of self-destruction. It’s tearing so much, I can’t even begin to describe how hard it is to keep your eyes open for a minute or two. Which makes you probably wonder why the fuck am I even online then.

Because for a large part of the morning and afternoon I’ve been spending my time sleeping. I’ve tried sleeping, resting, people said I should rest and I did and it doesn’t seem to be helping much.

The joke of it all is I’ve a Moral paper to do tomorrow.

At times it felt as if the powers-that-be decided to throw a little joke on me. Yesterday midnight when I went to my toilet to wash my eyes and pee, what should greet me but the largest specimen of blatella asahinai, the fucking cockroach larger than your average one sitting on one side of the wall, its antennas moving rapidly faster than a tentacle-hentai show.

As I can’t use the soap-water method to annihilate it unless it’s on the floor, I slammed my toilet door shut, rushed down to the storeroom to get the almighty alternative – Ridsect. I turned on my storeroom’s light, rushed in only to find total darkness. The fucking lights blew on me.

I resigned to my defeat.

I’m in pain, pain, pain. When one of your crucial organs are attacked, this feels like it. I have a colourful array of medical disorders and defects, and this seems to be one of the worst.