Blinded by the light

"I noticed that something was different today, but I couldn't figure out what it was."

Hair? The same. Outfit? Adorable, yes, but I've rocked it before. Lip gloss? Nothing new.

The difference was that my eyes, normally pools of limpid blue (ha) were jet black. As black as my soul.

(Fine, as dark as my sense of humor. That better?)

A visit to the optomitrist left me channeling Wes Borland and hiding in the shade of a column as Beth went to pull around the car. The liiiiiiight! Keep it awaaaaaay! Hiss! Hiss! I'm burning!

Dialated pupils: trippy.

But make for funny, demonic pictures.