So … I’m thinking about dying my hair a nice, rich royal purple. What do you think? Yes, I’m aware that I’m typing up an entry at a time on a day that I should be working, but alas, I can’t go to work today. I can’t even drive. Why? Because the doctor said no driving and to not have any contact with children for three days. Why? Because I have pinkeye. “Well, isn’t that special?” Not sure how I got it, but working in a daycare, it’s not really a surprise, just slightly embarrassing. Calling in this morning and telling Becca that I couldn’t come in because I have pinkeye and the doctor said no contact with kids was nearly humiliating for me to tell her. I told her to apologize to Kristi for me, as Kristi will surely die when she realizes I won’t be back to work until Wednesday. She’s probably having a heart attack right now and debating whether or not to call me. Being at home with pinkeye is not fun. First off, pinkeye is something that happens to small children, not to adults. Secondly, I feel stupid because other than the fact that my left eye is so puffy and draining all the time that I can hardly see out of it, I feel perfectly fine. Eye drops and warm compresses are GOOD. Given, it is nice to stay home on a Monday, but I get Memorial Day off, too, and it sort of defeats the purpose of it all. I don’t know where I’m going with this, really … hrm. I think I’m going to spend my day off watching Star Wars … 4-6 (because I finally broke down and saw Episode 3). But I’m debating. Darren rented some movies that I’ve been wanting to see for a while … like that anime done by the Princess Mononoke people with Uma Thurman on the cast list … I can’t remember the name, but I think it will be good. In fact … I haven’t really watched any anime for a while, so I think I just might do that now. I’ll talk about Star Wars another time. I’m pretty burned out on it. P.S. Once this pinkeye clears up, I’ll try to take some pics of myself with Darren’s digital camera … we’ll see how this turns out. I might even do a few “goth” pics … because, you know, I’m “that goth chick” at the station, according to a certain co-worker. … who was rather skittish when we saw him at the movie Saturday night. He normally talks my ear off, but lately it seems like he’s been avoiding me … odd. Mmm … Atomic Fireballs. I can still suck and devour balls faster than Brandon.