November 18, 1997

Wide Eyed

Officer, that's why he's driving.

Today I went for the pre-op exam at the optometrist. I get to stop wearing these verdammt glasses on Friday (thank modern science). However, rather than have one day where I can't see anything, the pre-op exam ensures that there are two days.

The optometrist dilated my eyes and put drops in them to suppress the focal mechanism. Now, 4 hours later, my eyes are still dilated. I shouldn't even be typing this. But when you can't read and you can't write, what the hell is there to do?

I tried watching TV -- I watched All My Children for the first time in years and discovered that I knew two of the characters, one of them being the ubiquitous Adam Chandler. I watched MTV. I talked on the phone with Linda. I can't even go for a walk, because sunglasses are not enough to protect me from the bright light out there.

I need this to clear up soon; I have class tonight.

Lies, Damn Lies, and Statistics

2 miles today. I've been feeling so tired -- I dragged myself out, I dragged myself around the neighborhood, I came home.