I've pretty much been lounging around the interior of the house for five days, high on painkillers, wearing my pajama bottoms all day - yeah, you heard me, and sporting big black retro-shaped sunglasses like an alcoholic movie-star under house arrest. I'm that cool.
No, in truth I've been hiding in rooms with closed curtains and quiet lights because I had eye surgery. The pajama bottoms are pure comfort and convenience - and the sunglasses, well, aside from helping with the sunlight situation, they also provide a slightly more glamorous feel, than my bright red swollen eye lends me.
In my mind, I like to think I look like this..
But when the glasses come off, I look a lot like this...
I have one more weeks reprieve, before I have to put on some actual pants and face the real world like a proper adult. It's not terribly easy looking at the world right now, especially when your brave face is not a particularly pretty one. It's times like these I wish I were the kind of person who didn't care what people thought of me.