Eyeball funk, which I currently have decided is result of a small orange spider that sets up shop in the doorway of my downstairs entryway. I am stupidly wigged out by spiderwebs - even more so than spiders, really - b/c when my gumpty arse cruises through one I’m pretty much mentally committed to the web being part of my skin for at least a couple hours. Anyway, assume it was an eeeeee-vil spider bot who merck’d me in the face - 24 hours, 1 awful urgent care ’specialist’, and 3 medications later… I still look like a freak with face-tee-dees!! Yuck.










