Why I Need New Glasses
I was minding my own business last night, playing around in Painter (I will learn anatomy one day, I will, I will) when my right glasses screw suddenly recalled its lifelong ambition of becoming a human cannonball and went zooming off with such enthusiasm I could almost hear its little cry of "whoo-hoo." Or that might just have been the sound of the liberated lens hitting the desk. No telling, really.
My glasses need replacing not only because they spontaneously break, but also because it took me less than a minute to find the tiny screw and replace it using my thumbnail. This is not a skill I ever wanted the chance to develop.
In other news, those grad schools said they'd mail out acceptance letters in mid-March and it is past mid-March because here it is the twentieth already and I think I need a paper bag to breathe into.
My glasses need replacing not only because they spontaneously break, but also because it took me less than a minute to find the tiny screw and replace it using my thumbnail. This is not a skill I ever wanted the chance to develop.
In other news, those grad schools said they'd mail out acceptance letters in mid-March and it is past mid-March because here it is the twentieth already and I think I need a paper bag to breathe into.