So today we went to Irish Fair at Harriet Island, and I met this guy who thought I was the best ever and he kept going on and on about me and he actually got choked up. He said I made him homesick for his childhood because he grew up with a Boston named Stubby. My mom said he was drunk, but she's just jealous that I have that affect on people and she doesn't. He also said I was King of Harriet Island! King!
And my mom forgot the camera. And my eye looks crappy today, and she thinks we're going down that bad road again. We'll see tomorrow because she has to go to work - on a Sunday! - to take care of a sick cat so she will stain my eye. Hopefully it's just inflamed.
This is how frustrated I am about my eye.