I Know Why You're Not Blinking

There's an eyeball on my ceiling. It's a gooey, sticky eyeball and it's staring at me. It's not a real eye but it seems to look right through me. I'm finding it slightly disconcerting. Maybe it's chastising me for my inappropriateness and the uncomfortable feeling it seems to cause these days. So, now it's my turn to feel uncomfortable because there is a fake eyeball hanging from my ceiling, staring, glaring at me. Lesson learned: Inappropriate = bad. Appropriate = Fine (i.e - bleh).

I've got to get a chair so I can get that thing down. It's creeping me out.