My eyelash is driving me crazy. My one eyelash. Yes, I only have one, which every day falls out into my eye causing me blurry discomfort. Overnight, the eyelash grows back, only to fall into my eye once more.
Remember Prometheus? The god who was punished for giving fire to humans by having his liver torn out each day, only to have it grow back to be torn out the next? That was my first thought. But let's face it, I'm no Titan.
My second thought was more down to earth. Remember Wooly Willy? Mr. Willy was hairless. You used a magnetic wand to give him hair, a beard, a mustache, whatever you wanted. With no hair on my head, one eyelash, and formerly bushy eyebrows growing more sparse each day, I could use some of that black magic.
In the meantime, I accept my fate.