"i'll agree with your diagnosis."

so, yeah, i have a sty. i went to ashe yesterday (because i pretty much live there), and told the doctor what i'd diagnosed myself with, and she said, "i'll agree with your diagnosis." i realize she was kidding, but nevertheless, it was kinda ridiculous to hear a medical doctor confirming my google-image diagnosis. my sty is not the kind that will come to a head on my eyelid, making me look like a terrible zit-eyed monster. that's good. all it's going to do is hurt like a bitch. i got some antibiotic cream and that stuff must be magical, because it's only been about eight hours since i started using it, and my eye feels much, much better.

today has been incredibly lazy thus far. i rolled out of bed, swept the living room, watched mad bake cupcakes, talked to my mom, eventually showered, and then spent the rest of the day in front of the tv/computer/bathroom mirror. i'm about to go meet mad for dinner at a vegetarian restaurant in westwood, and then we're gonna see "music and lyrics," even though there is no way it is nearly as awesome as "when harry met sally." i'm going to wear a dress and sandals, and try to pretend that it is not february. in my defense, it's been really gorgeous here lately.

i have to work tomorrow morning at 7 am, which means that if i want to look human, i'll have to be up at 5:30. that ruins any and all plans for awesomeness tonight. unless, of course, i want to hate my life tomorrow morning.