Yesterday, I had a needle stuck into my eye.
My eyelid; nevertheless it's still the eye.
I had a "growth" on my left eyelid, which I found on Christmas Eve while putting makeup on using my mother's magnifying make-up mirror. I thought the bump might be an allergic reaction to the seven year old MAC eyeshadow I'd been using, and using a lot of. I now go nearly goth when going to a party. Why not? Life is hell. Anyway the growth was removed yesterday with a pair of scissors and now I have this small red dot that David says looks like a popped pimple. The growth is at pathology.
I am working on my anger issues.
Ceremony fills the void.
Speaking of ceremony, a lot of my old colleagues will be standing on it in NYC this coming week at AWP, the Writer's Conference of America. Some of them will be reading and presenting their work. I wish them well. I hope they all break legs.