So Fuckwit has pink eye.

He and April went to the clinic today, to confirm what Fuckwit thought.

Now, April had left me a note saying that they were going because Fuckwit possibly had pink eye. Of course, I didn't see the note until after I'd gone into the bathroom, washed my hands, and put my contancts in. Super. And then, I came back to my room, realized one contact was inside out, took it out and put it back it.

April and I bought disinfecting spray, and used it on everything. I mean everything. I don't normally like using those types of products for fear of the "superbug", but today my paranoia crept up and I went nuts. Hell, I even sprayed Martin, my stuffed yeti [he now smells spring water fresh, by the way].

I'm not as angry now that I'm sitting here all happy from the fumes, at least.