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Day 2 of drip drops in my bedroom baby brown eye balls, as my Persnickety Pink Eye Experience endures. I drip drops 4 times a day. At this writing I got one more to drip for the day. In all honestly I do see a difference. My right eye is almost clear, while my left tries to catch up.

Pink eye.

Never had it.

Never want it again.

Made sure I kept to myself at work day. Hand washed. Sanitized. My house should get such treatment.

Red and some shades of pink, I do look quite divine in. However, not when my bedroom baby browns make me the star of some D+ Sci fi flick, "Brown Sugar's Perilous Pink X-ray Peepers.

Ain't really feelin' none of that.

So on this night, more snow falls in Dallas, the utility company did get my check in the night depository from last night, so water still runs in my bungalow (and yes, I still drank my 74 oz of water during work today), I'm headed to my purple jammies and then plop on the couch.

Got Blue Bell Caramel Turtle Fudge Ice Cream to ease the Perisnickity Pink Eye Experience-plus today's Young and the Restless episode--just WHO is Tucker McCall?

Life is good.

Out of left field...the Young and the Restless...

As I ready myself for the ice cream and task of learing the DVR---I'm so 21st century now--I realize I'm really loving to hate Victor Newman Junior--aka--Adam--aka cutie pie Chris Engen.

Grnted, wasn't really feeling him. Let's face it--Vic Jr was born in 1995, and now he's 27 and a Harvard Grad--yea, OK--plus, when all thought Nick died in the plane crash a year or so ago, Vic Sr took off to Ski Lanka to find Vic Jr, because he'd fallen into the wrong crowd---that's one story that ended before it began. Outside of all that--I'm begining to like hating his character. He's snide. Ruthless---just like dear ol' dad. I will say, I'm not in the mood for Phyllis to fall for another Newman--I still can't believe she's with Nick--yet that's another post.