Just Checking In

All's well in the world. Princess is in the process of moving in. Her stuff is in the apartment, at least. Haven't seen much of her, though. Odd.

By the way, Pink Eye is one of the most disgusting infections in the world, in case you weren't previously aware. The way you get PE is if, by some weird turn of events, you get fecal matter in your eye. Gross, right?
The worst part is that I know that I know I wash my hands, which means that the POOP that I got in my eye the other day IS NOT MINE. ::shudder::
That's right, I have/had PE. I wasn't allowed to come to school on Monday and Tuesday because of it and Wednesday I wasn't allowed to work on anyone because I was still "diseased." But, since my eye whites are white now, I'm allowed to touch people again. Anyhow, because of this little ocular crisis, my last day of school went from being TOMORROW to being Monday next, so long as I put in 7 hours. Blah. Oh well, gotta do whatcha gotta do, eh?
But back to my infection!
I wash my hands ALL THE TIME at school, so I know I didn't get it there. This means the only other place I could have received this nice little gift is from work. Want to know why that's more gross than your average gross-icity? Because it's RETAIL! I rent out videos to people, take their videos back, check them in, and put them away. This whole little scenario means that there are POOPY movies circulating around my store.
Did that not make you throw up a little?
So... don't be like me. Don't touch your eyes.

And I'm gonna brag on my BF now, because I can. Because this is my blog. And I will write about what I WANT to write about. So there. FYI, he will not be referred to as J anymore, but as Edward Cullen (EC, if I'm lazy). Just to clarify.
One of my clinic mates was teasing me about my guy and comparing him to THE Edward Cullen and said, "He wrote Bella a lullabye. Where's yours?" So that evening I hung out with him and was laughing about that, asking where, if he really is my Edward, is my lullabye. He told me to follow him and he led me to the computer and showed me that he'd actually been working on it. [This is where my friends squealed in my storytelling.] Alas, the work had been saved over by another tune and was lost so he had to start over, but this is still another example of how my guy is the best one.
Just throwing that out there. ^_^