Yet another encounter with reality.

You sit on the chair, thinking how the day can get any better than it already is.

Then, reality strikes.
Your left eye starts to itch. Fuck. Another stupid eyelash. Only this time, you can’t seem to find it. You know its in your eye, but it’s just not showing.
Shit happens.

You walk up to the mirror. The thumb beneath the left eye with the index finger above, and stretch your eyelid wide open. Not wide enough because apparently, you noticed that the eyelash is most definitely hidden and its impossible for you to dig it out of your eye. Plus, you’ll probably end up having a pair of colourful eyes. White, and red.

You get frustrated. Maybe watching something on the tv would calm you down. And who would have guess, your sibling is there too and he’s hugging the damn remote. You let out a sigh, not as if that would help you get the remote, or get the eyelash out.

This time, you let out a ‘Fuck’ and walk back to the room. Oh well, maybe if you take a nap, the eyelash would miraculously disappear.
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2 hours after literally taking a nap, you wake up to the sound of the tv. This time, it’s the mother. So, life goes on as usual, until you realise something happened before you took the ‘nap’.

The eyelash. Your eye is no longer annoying you.
Birds start to sing and heaven starts showering gold upon you.

Hormones start raging in you and you HAVE to share your triumph with the whole world, via Facebook of course.
A minute after that, your eye obviously starts to itch again. It was apparent to you that the nap didn’t work.

You grab a packet of Mister Potato, lay on the sofa and watch tv.
Life has to go on.

ps : 12 days, 9 papers and 3 subjects to go.