Today could have been titled, "Unusual mundane event day." A few unusual things happened, but taken in context of all possible unusual things, they were the least interesting. For instance, I poked myself in the eye with a cardboard box.

Yes, you can poke yourself in the eye with a box. The box is 24" on a side, and the flaps on top are opened and sticking straight up. You bend over to pick up something on the ground next to the box and POW, eye full of box flap. Not just a glancing blow, either. A definate, solid poke right in the open eye. Must have smooshed it in a couple of cm at least. (I'm mixing unit standards! How international!)

After the actual poking incident, I was left with unusual (but mundane) fallout to deal with. My contact lens had been poked out of place very solidly, and was now located somewhere in the southern hemisphere of that orb. In addition, the FORCE of the poke had smooshed the lens down onto the new patch of real estate it inhabited, forming a vacuum seal around its rigid, semi-gas-permeable circumference. In front of the bathroom mirror now, I tried sliding it back up onto Mt. Cornea. No dice, the lens refused to scrape over the limbus. It was stuck fast, and I could see the white eye-flesh around it wrinkle like a ziploc bag when I pushed at it. Yuck. I don't have any of those teeny suction cups that some people get with their lenses. SO, I was left with a very unpleasant task. It's a difficult enough job to pick up a contact lens off a smooth countertop onto which it has become suctioned, requiring sharp fingernails. When the surface it is stuck to is your own eyeball... well anyway, this occupied me for a good half hour.

Uh, what then. Oh, then I went to band practice, where absolutely no one showed up! Ok, I lie. Kris was there, and so was his vegan girlfriend Eloise (whose name has an umlaut over the "i", bringing the dot total to 3). Brian showed up 2 hours late, giving the "car broke down" excuse, and Brandon just didn't show up at all, no call, no excuse. I'm not sure exactly how one manages one's friends, but that's what Kris has to do. I mean, it's not as if they can be fired or written up. Grgh. Ok, so that wasn't even unusual.

I went home and got to work finishing a project due Monday. I also made curry! I had to call my Mom to figure out exactly what the curry instructions meant, but it came out great. It also made my whole house smell like curry. I made coffee simultaneously, which made my house smell like coffee. This combo is not recommended. While in the midst of stirring something, I noticed my rice was bubbly. It was boiling, and emitting big, shiny bubbles. I wondered if maybe I had accidentally put dish soap in it. Tasted fine, though. I guess rice always froths, but I haven't ever stuck around to watch it before.

Is there anything less interesting than watching your rice bubble? I dunno, but I'm still seeing my eyeball wrinkle, in my head. Sososososo gross. What kind of damage could I have done if I tried to force it over the cornea?

Who is this woman?
What is her relationship with this VAX 6200?