The worst part about my sweltering room is my contact lenses. I sit here on my bed and write. Because that's what I do. I have a high velocity super fan blowing upon me. I am quite blind. Like...absolutely can not function without glasses or contacts. The wind causes my eyes to get dry, which causes me to blink frequently. This overly frequent blinking and squinting causes me to become irritable and fussy.
I hate my eyes. I want new ones.