My eyes are burning

My eyes are burning.
Better judgment would have me walk outta here and chill in the trailer. But no – I will endure this suffering. Life is suffering and so it is, it is so...
I reunited with my buddha-nature last night in the Las Vegas library. My timing was perfect.
We came to the Sahara West library to get online but on the way in I noticed that a venerable Buddhist monk was about to hold a lecture.
Rik went to work and I went to learn the Zen way to deal with stress and anxiety.
I stuck a nametag on and took a seat next to an elderly Asian man.
I wish I had gone to the bathroom before the lecture. I drank a lot of tea after dinner.
Luckily we were equipped with an outline of the lecture, I didn't miss much.
Can't say that much for the tattooed couple across the room. I turned around and saw them passed out in their plastic chairs. It was very bizarre, the way they were pitched forward and balancing on eachother. Perhaps they were in need of guidance and instead found a place to rest.
Ah...rest.
To bed I go.