For the Vision Impaired April 25, 2003 - 6:43 p.m.

Waking up at four a.m., riding an hour in a bus full of rejected humans, standing in a tent checking bitchy people for wristbands or tickets, then riding another hour in a bus full of rejected humans. Oh, gee. What fun.

This has been my past two days. This will be my next two days.

Yesterday wasn't so bad. There actually were several people that were nice. I just get easily annoyed with the ones that get pissy with you, even though they were the ones that forgot their tickets in the car or hotel. It's not my fault, you dolts. I got to hold a few dogs while the people went in to get drinks or tickets. So that was pretty cool. I even got a dollar tip.

Today though. Today sucked. They had some guy working at my tent with me, that didn't do much of anything. He'd rarely stop people to check them. And when there was a rush, two people was definitely needed. But mostly, today sucked because of my eye.

My eye started watering. I figured there was something on my contact, and it was going through its natural removal process. At least, I thought that... until it wouldn't stop watering. And sometimes I couldn't even open my eye.

It was the weirdest thing, as long as I was inside the larger tent or had my sunglasses on, the watering and closing and twitching let up a bit.

A bit.

For six hours, I dealt with this. This annoyance. This feeling of blind uselessness. Six. Hours.

Of course, all my contact stuff is here at Chris'. So we stopped by here, after the bus dropped us off, and I spent ages trying to get this one contact out. My right eye was no problem. But the left eye.. hurt like hell. The slightest touch, and it would close and water. And well, hurt. But I've said that. I thought for sure the contact had ripped, and that's why it was irritating me. If I just get the contact out... my eye will be fine.

It's funny how often you think something and it turns out to be completely different from what you anticipated.

An hour later, I finally get the contact out. There's not even the slightest rip in it. Nor even a speck of dust.

And my eye still hurts like all hell. It's way swollen and often wants to remain closed. I feel like such a gimp.

Besides my impaired vision and gimp face, I'm forcing myself to type. Chris isn't here. I'm assuming he had to work late. And my mom wants to sit and wait, because there's a storm that she doesn't want to drive through. But I think she's ready to try soon.

Oh, for those of you that have the EuroSport channel, you can see where I'm spending my weekend. It's the live horse show at Rolex, in the Kentucky Horse Park.

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