Call Me Patch.

So the procedure is done. I'm waiting to take the patch from my eye.

I was given a local anesthetic, a needle into my eyelid. That stung, but the rest of the process I barely felt. My eyelid was turned inside out with a clamp. That was weird. There was some pressure, but no pain. Now that that local is wearing off, it hurts, like something is using my eyelid as a trampoline while wearing stilettos.

I'm ok though. Got to run out to get the prescription eye drops once I assess the damage. Should be some swelling and bruising.

In other news, if this film does not come to Columbus, I will be very sad.

Goes Without Saying

Tonight at Kafe Kerouac it's another Writers' Block Poetry Slam.

You know what that means?

Fresh Pain!

this has some not safe for work language



Starts at eight.

Admission is five bucks.

Did I mention the pain?

And it's fresh.