NYC Gave Me PinkEye and OCD
Why? Why now? Because I have pink eye (I think). And I'm pretty sure it was caused by the old NYC germ delivery service known as my left hand. I have allergies, and my eyes itch, and I'm pretty sure I must've caused the inflammation of my left vision organ by inadvertently rubbing my eye repeatedly. Maybe one or more of those times my hand was carrying something that needed not be on the moist and vulnerable surface of one of my (mostly) internal organs. Other (mostly) internal organs include the nostrils and the belly button (it's deep). But I woke up with some crusties and pinkness and some swelling of the eyelid. I look like Rufus Sewell, which isn't so bad because he's sort of foxy with the ladies. But in my case it's a sign that something's not right.
It always bothers me when people have one eyelid more closed than others in pictures. Not in like family pictures, but in print. Most specifically when you're on a larger-than-life GAP ad, where your face is literally shown at 6 feet tall by 4 feet wide. That the photographer and printer had the nerve to choose a photograph that will be that large of somebody's face when one eyelid is clearly in the middle of a struggle, well it just burns my biscuits, that's all.
Maybe those celebrities have pink eye because they live in NYC and they're not paying attention like me. I'm paying attention now, NYC. You happy? Are you? Are you not entertained? Apologies for slipping into Russell Crowe for a minute there. His acting has always compelled me to quote him ironically.
Wash your hands people. But don't forget to use something like Aveeno Active Naturals Daily Moisturizing Lotion (fragrance free) afterwards, otherwise your hands will dry up like a salted slug.