Forgiveness and Stuff…

So, I maybe should not have gone to ultimate frisbee last night, because about five minutes into the game I got smoked right in the eye with a frisbee thrown really hard. It actually freaked me out hardcore at first because I couldn’t see out of my right eye and it was bleeding a bit when I rubbed it (from under my eyelid… I can see it in the mirror, now). And I have swelling even today, the day after, a bruise and, like, half a headache. I’m not going to lie; it really, really sucks. Still, it could have been a lot worse so I’m going to stop complaining. I couldn’t even imagine how tragic it would be to go blind, so… I mean… an artist who loses sight… it’s got to be one of the saddest things.

This is one of my last days of freedom before the zoo job starts, so that’s a bit depressing. Still, I’m glad because I hate the feeling of not accomplishing anything all day. (And I’m getting that feeling a lot these days.) I just wish I could find a job close-by that doesn’t make me want to hurl myself off a building and/or bridge.