I Need Constant Supervision
I was happily chatting away on the internet and get up to get some more water. I walk to the kitchen, sipping the last of what’s in my glass. As I walk, I get some splashback from my cup into my eyes. It burns my contacts, and I sputter. And laugh at myself. And then I start coughing and choking on water and trying to raise my hands and frantically rub my eyes. Frank sees me through the cut-out of our kitchen wall and just shakes his head and goes back to his laptop.
I fail. And need to tell the internet.