A Kinder And Gentler Venom And Bile

I am having trouble with the actual perscription part of my glasses, just a little. I think I've been holding things close to my face for so long, that everything now, when I look through my 'script, seems really blurry. I have to find the perfect distance, because too far away is just as blurry as too close. =P

Went out to dinner last night with my little cousin, Alex. (And when I say "little", I mean that he's 22 and 6 feet. *grin*) We were going to meet his girlfriend at Red Hook for dinner, and she called up to say her car died and she had coasted in neutral for nearly two miles until she found a place to pull into, at a BoA branch. When we were trying to push her truck into a parking space that the bank had kindly said we could use, and older man jumped out of his car and started to help us. It was determined that the car needed oil since it was completely out, and he said he would wait next to it while we ran and got oil for it. He stayed with the truck, and us, for almost an hour, listening to the motor, looking under the hood, just being a decent, nice guy. It sorta restored my faith in humanity, just a little...at least for the night.

Today is my friend, C.'s, 26th birthday and I'm suppose to go out with her later on in the afternoon before her party to check out her new apartment and then head with her to dinner with her gang, and I haven't heard a word from her all week! =P Guess I'm gonna have to call her in another hour or so, wake her up, and see what the deal is. I don't understand it though, no one wants to hang with my ass for MONTHS, and all of a sudden, I've got party invites all this month and then Tacoma and Portland with my twin, isolabela and my friend Liv and I DON'T KNOW HOW TO HANDLE THIS SUDDEN POPULARITY. *grin* A lot of me wants to hunker down for the weekends and write obsessively with the co-conspirators, but I think the meds are working, and going out and doing social things doesn't seem so unappealing and crippling. *sigh* Am still hoping that it's not a late night tonight. I MISS MAH WIFEY! *clings to aoibhe*

Well, I fangirl Penelope Garcia of Criminal Minds to the point of...well...possibly unhealthy proportions. =P I named a Pullip after her. And now? Now my face shall pay homage to her geek chic-ness. I'm not sure if I could ever pull off her adorkable quirkiness, but at least my face is giving it a fair shot. =P



I had a sort of epiphany last night whilst knitting one of the last rows of the main body of the Shawl of Doom. After taking some ib's after a mild headache from watching a movie, I settled down in bed to knit happily away, only to discover that my mild headache went from mild to blistering as I focused on what I was doing. And it hit me. Maybe it's not just fate or life or the universe that hates me and requires me to be in pain and miserable for it's amusement. No. Maybe, and this was as much a revelation for me as I'm sure it'll be for you all, maybe...it's my eyes. O.O Now, I haven't had an eye exam for at least 15 years. Probably closer to 17 or 18 really. I called up the Costco optical department this morning, and got an appointment for 11:20 today. Went in, had the doc peek into mah peepers, and discovered...I need glassses for things close up. My long distance vision is spectacular, he says, but close up things are making my eyes strained and unable to focus properly. So, mom and I grabbed my prescript, took over to the frames department, and looked for a pair of suitably geek chic glasses. They are so cute, y'all! All square and adorkable. Called Aztec Rose black/pink. I HAVE (sorta) PINK GLASSES. Have to wait around 2 weeks to get them, and my head is still killin' me, but there's, hopefully, a light at the end of the tunnel that isn't, in fact, an oncoming train. =P