Tired Eyes

I'm not sure when, but I will probably make a phone call to see if I can get in at the eye doctor.  After the event we went to, my eye felt sore.  Even if there's not something stuck, I should probably get something to help with the redness.  We live in an old duplex that's old and dusty.  Just like me.  Sigh.

I can see fine.  My eye feels sore and I can open it fine.  I think maybe I should get something for the irritation.  I don't know.  Even if I can get a late afternoon appointment, that would be fine.  I hope that it looks better tomorrow.  Last night, I looked like a creature from a horror show.  This morning, I look like I got in my former neighbor's weed supply.  Maybe it'll look better tomorrow morning.  This whole thing sucks.  Winter can go buzz off.  

We went to the event in Bay View.  I like Francesca Hong. I actually think that she would make a better assembly leader now that the creep Robin Vos is going.  Bye Felicia.  She spoke so softly and if I had trouble hearing, I knew my mom did and she did.  She said she didn't hear a word she said.  She said she spoke so softly it made her tired.

Here's the part that I hate.  I felt so awkward and weird walking in there.  There was only a few people when we came in and we sat down.  It kind of felt like everyone knew each other and well, we didn't.  People were nice enough.  I just felt weird.  I'm not good at being social.  A lot of them were part of the Democratic party and they were talking about their upcoming gala. I thought what am I doing here?  

I wish I could blend better.  I feel bad when I can't mix and mingle like others.  I do good with one on ones, but this actually kind of makes me sad.  It's who am I and I accept it.  I sometimes wish it wasn't the case. I thought it would be nice if I got out of the house and see these events. I couldn't get out of there fast enough with mom. I knew she wanted to go because she looked like she wanted to go to sleep.

We are going to go see Mandela Barnes but not at this location.  We're going to go over to the Wauwatosa library Thursday night and see him.  Hopefully he speaks up louder for mom's sake.  Well, I had trouble hearing too but I think Francesca had a softer voice. 

I tried today.  Glad I went.  

I need a nap.

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