The burn of bleach

Half expected to be pulled over tonight as it was late and cops tend to like to be nosey. I got a stray spray of bleach in my eye at work and the eye flush didn't really do anything to help the pink glassiness.


Just noticed the blog earned me a penny last month. If only I earned a penny a page view rather than ad click, then I might be humored rather than puzzled. A penny a month puzzles me, while $45.34 a week would be rather nice. When you do the math, 52 times $45.34 is roughly $200 a month which is what the plasma commercials advertise as earning potential for regular donors.

Needles make me queasy, but I need extra income so the idea does pop into my head when I'm in my dead-end state of mind.

I look forward to a day without fear of getting chemicals in my eyes. I look forward to the day I can go without feeling the need to be "online." Listening to DAD IS FAT makes me feel as though I am not that bad of a dad, for I am not pale and in kind don't have pale offspring. Other than being the opposite of pale and fat, I feel almost as though Jim Gaffigan could have been talking about my life, only my better half is cute and doesn't wear eye make-up that makes her look like a man in drag pretending to be a whore on random pictures gleaned off the internet.