No, I’m not crying. It’s the dilation drops from the eye doctor.
No, really.
Yeah.
No, I’m not crying. It’s the dilation drops from the eye doctor.
No, really.
Yeah.
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I looked at my own dilated eyes in the mirror. If it weren’t for the reflection, I’d have sworn I am a vampire. Cool.
Who sewed your shirt? Harvested your coffee? Picked your tomatoes?
I feel like I should be doing something to make the most of this day off. Like laundry.