I got to work this morning and my eyes were feeling a little scratchy. Once in a while when I rub my eyes I have trouble with my contacts. Today I popped one completely out and lost it. Having one in and one out made my computer screen unreadable, so I took the other one out. I took mass transit to work so I figured it would be no big deal. Unfortunately squinting at the screen gave me a huge headache, so I went home early.

For some stupid reason I trust my Mac weather widget to tell me how hot it’s going to be for the next five days. It’s sometimes wrong. I thought it was going to be around eighty degrees but it was closer to ninety. So wearing long pants for the first time this week and an undershirt were both bad ideas. Instead of walking home from the light rail station, I decided to take the bus. In the middle of the day. Not rush hour. Basically, the words, “FREE CLINIC,” came to mind when I rode the bus. While I was tortured on the light rail by a high school cheerleader sitting across from me, the bus was full of people who didn’t have the access to bathing facilities or the ability to use soap.

After getting home I was rewarded by stomach upset, as is described in the Pepto Bismol song. I was tired and decided to take a nap upstairs, where it was probably over 100°F. Anyway, it didn’t make me feel all that much better and I missed the barbecue at my sister’s house.

And that was my Thursday. Sounds like Friday my manager is going to confront us with the bad reviews he got from us. Genius.