Poll Eyeglasses 2008

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I broke my fucking glasses. Not just a little scratch -- I mean I fucking decimated them. Destroyed. Deceased.

I had to go home and get my old pair. I sat on the phone with my mother for the whole drive and just cried the whole fucking time.

Feh.

Looking through some of my memories this morning, I stumbled onto a post I had written about a night when Bob totally stood up for me, took care of me, and just generally showed himself to be a true friend ( Read more... )

This morning I went to see my new doctor for the first time. I didn't love him the way I loved my old doctor, but he was funny, and I like funny a whole lot. Afterward I went and finally fucking picked out a new pair of eyeglasses -- yaay! It sure did take me long enough to make a decision, but then again, I had to wait for insurance paperwork to ( Read more... )

I had a lot of things I wanted to write about today, but I thought I'd take a cue from anarqueso and write a glimpse from the past.

When I was at Medical Center Opticians today, getting my glasses fixed yet again (among the many joyous things that happened last month, I managed to break my glasses not once but twice...), I flashed back on that day in ( Read more... )