Mr. Crumblepants

Today is a bad eye day.

I woke up this morning, put on my glasses, and the first thought through my brain was, “These can’t be my glasses,” as I peered through a blurry, vaseline-on-the-camera lense haze. I feel like I’m living in a really, really bad Creed video, and I can’t get out. I keep half-expecting a cheese-ball Scott Stapp to jump out of the shower, bellowing some half-assed agony line whilst pumping his fist in the air like a mechanized monkey, surrounded by the murky blur of my bathroom…

Ack. And, to top it off, I have a gargantuan-sized cold. Ah well. You didn’t come here to listen to me complain like Grandpa Simpson, did you? <SIGH>

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