tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6796341607011118633.post7589683095864427139..comments2023-06-23T08:36:50.760-04:00Comments on Patrick's Invention Ideas: No. 0041 - Better Disease's NamePatrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02284339327465518317noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6796341607011118633.post-83554826961054958922008-05-03T03:49:00.000-04:002008-05-03T03:49:00.000-04:00Sorry to hear about Library Matt. What are you do...Sorry to hear about Library Matt. What are you doing on the fifth floor when you have an infected eye?! That has got to be the dustiest floor in the library. I used to work at the library and I used to hate to take books back up there. My allergies would act up so bad. . . boy.Patrickhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02284339327465518317noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6796341607011118633.post-19511358913781966322008-05-02T20:59:00.000-04:002008-05-02T20:59:00.000-04:00Sorry to hear about your stye, or lollipop as you ...Sorry to hear about your stye, or lollipop as you call it. I've never had a lollipop, but I have had an amazingly painful eye infection that spread into my sinuses and ear. That was cool. Actually, funny story. At the time of this eye infection I had a hideously bad crush on a guy from my class who I called Library Matt, because I always ran into him on the 5th floor of the library. Anyway, he was my TA in one class and classmate in another, and he was wicked smart and handsome in that nerdy way I like. So, he came up the stairs and I was studying at a table nearby and he came over and started chatting with me, and my puffy, red, infected eye decides this it the moment to purge itself of all the dead white blood cells that had lost their lives fighting the evil bacteria in my face. Result: I start blinking and about half a teaspoon of puss oozes out of my eye in front my admired Library Matt. I don't think he ever approached me again.Hilaryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14130895426823482003noreply@blogger.com