Those bloody eye-lands

I’m back from my weeklong voyage aboard the Mariner of the Seas; also know as “underage disappointment.”

Although jobless at the moment, I think I’m having a ‘case of the Monday’s.’ It could very well be that my body is recuperating from 7 nights of binge drinking or it may simply be summer boredom.

The clubhouse pool where I live is marketed as the largest pool in Pembroke Pines. In the 6 years I’ve lived here, I’ve used the pool roughly 3 times. I figured with nothing else to do, and in need of some cardio, I’d try it a fourth time.

The pool was wonderful, warm and sunny outside; I did about 10 laps on the Olympic side and managed to tan a bit in the process. The biggest down side, well, besides the bratty kids taking swimming lessons, was that my already damaged eyes might have been irritated some more thanks to the chlorine.

Dry heaving, caused by a night of seasickness and a day at Carlos'n Charlie’s, apparently ruptured two blood capillaries. Oddly enough, yesterday they seemed to be getting better, but when I saw myself in the mirror moments ago, it looked as if a small body of bloody water was oozing towards the center of my eye - a bit disturbing but none the less entertaining.

Cheers,
Victor