For some reason, I can’t stand anything that has to do with eye injuries. I have no idea why. During movies, the only thing that will usually make me look away is an eye gouge, or an eye stab, or an eye pluck. Things like that disgust me so much that I can’t even write about them.

So Wheaties has this fish with an infection on its left eye. The infection looks like a fungus, but it isn’t a normal blotchy mold, it’s a white growth that comes out in sharp spikes. At one point the spikes were longer than the width of its head, and it was floating sideways because it probably couldn’t see out of that eye. It’s not so much the fact that the fish has an eye infection (although that’s bad enough already), but the fact that the infection seems so deviously structured, almost intelligent, with these long, sharp spikes that jut out directly from the eye. All I can picture is trying to cure the fish by putting some medicine in there, and the spikes going limp and falling off, or having to pull off each spike individually with pair of tweezers. Every time I pass by the aquarium I don’t dare look. Just thinking about it literally gives me the shivers. Must be the single most disgusting thing I’ve ever seen.

The sunset on Saturday night, before we pulled out of the driveway. A great weekend.

Troy ended up being a mediocre movie, that didn’t have much plot, character development, or any good action scenes (save one, maybe two). I’m sure there was more in it for the girls than the guys. I mean, Diane Kruger is hot, but much better without all the makeup and frills. I was pleasantly reminded about Odysseus’s little part in the story, although they got Sean Bean to portray him, the actor who also tries to kill Frodo in Lord of the Rings, betrays his partner in Equilibrium, screws up a weapons deal then throws up in the gettaway car in Ronin, and tries to destroy England in GoldenEye.

After seeing Bean in these fuck-up, bad guy roles, it’s hard to imagine him as the great Greek hero, especially since Odysseus has always been my favourite Greek character. He’s the guy who’s totally balanced; a brain, an athlete, a host, a warrior, an artist, famous for his cleverness and cunning. He’s the guy who stayed faithful to Penelope while being pursued by Calypso and Circe, the guy who dared to listen to the sirens sing, the guy who came up with the idea of the Trojan horse, the guy who tried everything in his power to get his crew home safely through every obstacle imaginable, but the only one with the tenacity to make it. If Odysseus was alive today, I’d give him my props.

Somehow, between now and the last time I went home, which was about two months ago, I gained three pounds. Three pounds is HUGE to me. Now I’m 120, a weight goal I was trying to hit by the time I was in my mid-30’s. Instead of eating chocolate eclairs, ice cream, chips and dip, individually wrapped Reeses Peanut Butter Cups, strawberry cheesecake, chocolate bars, and other such munchables, I’m going to try to take advantage of post-session taste enhancement and eat fruits, vegetables, yoghurt, and other healthy foods. There’s just something about salt though, a certain taste that can’t be found in the fruits that I like. Except for bananas. Bananas rule.

I need to pick up some bananas today.

So yeah, decided to go home. Bus ride was okay, only 4 hours, but calming. The sunsets last so long at this time of year. Some big-ass guy kept falling asleep on my shoulder. I would have said something but I couldn’t think of anything that wasn’t emasculating. Here at Darren’s now. Parents tonight. John’s tomorrow. Back home tomorrow night.

But for now…SENSORIUM.