Here’s why I’m never leaving Southern California: It was 94 here today. Today, November 11 7th! 94!

Too bad the Santa Anas are supposed to die down tonight and it’ll be back the downright chilly high 60′s.

God bless you, Global Warming.

Last night when I woke up from a nap, I noticed an irritant in my eye. I figured it was an eyelash or a speck of dust or something, so I went to the mirror to try and get it out.

After poking myself in the eye for a couple minutes, I realized that what I thought was a speck was not moving, and was actually a slight cut on my eyeball.

Luckily, working on a show about pretend doctors, we have a registered nurse and a couple actual doctors wandering around the office to ensure we have something that at least resembles accuracy.

The RN listened to me describe my symptoms and immediately diagnosed me with a small corneal abrasion, also known as…a cut on my eyeball.

The good news, she told me, is that because it’s not very severe, it should go away on its own in a couple of days if I don’t rub my eye when it itches. Which of course, I want to do all the fucking time.

Her recommended treatment was also kind of hilarious: Put on an eye patch when I got home and wear it overnight to stimulate the healing process.

She meant of gauze, but I immediately had this mental picture of running into one of the now-closing Halloween discount stores and picking myself up an eyepatch.

Although that’d be slightly less ridiculous than my current getup: Gauze held in place by a hilariously oversized ace bandage because I couldn’t get the tape to stick.

No, there will not be pictures.

…Hilary Swank, for “Got hit in the face with a co-star’s errant suspender during a striptease scene”!

Bonus points for the injury actually requiring stitches and halting production for three days.

There is a direct correlation between me watching bad romantic comedies and me updating my online dating profiles.

God, I am such a girl.

Assorted news and notes:

- I came down with a real nasty sinus bug starting Wednesday. Lots of fun. And by fun, I mean massive pain.

- It takes more forms of identification to be allowed to purchase real Sudafed than it does to pay for it with a credit card. By the time I was done, I was surprised they didn’t want me to leave a DNA sample.

- Even though I was sick, I stayed late at work to watch a big stunt last night. Totally worth it.

- I am already very tired of Christmas and its related parties and gifts.

- I found a mechanic who not only doesn’t suck, but is actively good! Thanks, CarTalk.com!

- Did I mention that I feel like my sinuses are about to burst forth from my head like that scene in Alien?