99% of the time I wear my contact lenses. I have a long and awesome history with being blind, starting with wearing a disposable eye patch when I was four. Used to cover my good eye so that my lazy eye would perk the fuck up, it meant every night it had to be ripped off my tender face. I am amazed I still have any eyebrow hair left over that eye, and that I let pictures be taken of myself that, of course, provide great comic relief today to everybody but me.
Normally, I have a pretty even-keeled personality. I get mad like a triangle, spiking up fast and hard, then deflating swiftly down the other side of reason until I don’t even remember why I was mad. I got very mad yesterday and I realize as I type this that there are no words to describe this situation in a way where anybody else is going to feel the same rage that I did, but I still feel this experience needs to be shared because I did not commit murder yesterday and I want some goddamn kudos for that.
I'm pretty sure the recent weather here is signaling End of Days. Seriously, it's like Vegas hot. Especially at dusk when you could be wearing a scarf and dental floss and not have a single goose bump. It was a long freezing winter whereupon I wore my grey duffle coat all day every day, literally. I didn't need a purse what with all the pockets in that coat. If I become famous, that coat will be hung in the Smithsonian.
We have a glorious sized deck, unusual because we live in a town where most decks are glassed in to become sunrooms that will cook you alive if you dare step foot into them. Decko Marveloso is mostly housing a small table and many 'Jeff' chairs from Ikea.
Things I'd like to do today rather than going to school, feeling like a cold is waiting in the closet to jump-punch up into my sinuses and dreading the imminent arrival of blood crotch:
>Make marshmallows. Urban Fare had some beautifully packaged, fluffy pink strawberry marshamallows for only 75 dollars a pound, and it really made me want want WANT! Evidently the ones you make at home are better than your own life. Suposedly also true for ketchup and eating a banana ripe off the tree.