“Why d’ya have to be so cute?
It’s impossible to ignore you.
Must you make me laugh so much?
It’s bad enough we get along so well..”
- “Goodnight and Go”, Imogen Heap
Last week, Bryan and I had the opportunity to score some really good karma. And we failed. Miserably.
We thought we would get away with it, like karma wasn’t watching us closely. We were very stupid.
He got pulled over last week and got a ticket.
Mine was worse. Mine was worse because I had the chance to fix the karma and I didn’t. Part of it was because I was too busy to adequately correct the situation, and the other part of me was just petty. Karma waited, and gave me the chance to fix it.
When I didn’t, karma popped me in the eye.
I woke up yesterday morning with eyes so swollen that they couldn’t open. I noticed it setting in on Saturday night, but I had no idea it would get that bad.
Bryan, knowing full well that I have a STRONG disgust of skin abnormalities, downplayed how bad I looked. He offered me a wet washcloth, then while I slept, dragged The Boy to the store to get a gel mask and eyedrops. Three hours later, I could finally pry my eyes open, but I looked far from normal.
I had no idea what caused it. I still don’t. Then Bryan reminded me.. the karma.
HOLY SHIT.
I immediately rectified what I could of the situation, and the swelling decreased almost by half. It was bizarre.
This morning, my eyes and face are still puffy, and I don’t look like myself. I will probably stop by the doc-in-the-box this afternoon just to make sure I’ve not contracted gangreen or something. But I know that karma doesn’t work immediately; you have to wait for everything to settle in. So I’m sure I’m fine.
In other news, Shel’s Shorts opened this weekend to packed houses. I’ve NEVER seen such large crowds at RT for an opening weekend. It was fantastic. We laughed a lot and had a great time. We have three more shows next week, and everyone (over 16!) should come see it. It will definitely stir some emotions in you.
Have a lovely Monday.

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