If you’re reading this it means I’m over at the eye doctor (also known as The Sick Fuck* who makes references to A Clockwork Orange as he has you sedated and is taping open your eye in preparation for doing a little work on it) getting good-old Left Eye whipped into shape.
I’ll be honest with you. There was a little “discomfort” a few days after I had the right eye done a month ago, but it really wasn’t a big deal. What is a big deal? Having blurry vision for what feels like forever. Yes, yes, I know things could always be worse (bite.my.ass.), but it is kind of a drag.
Especially when I spend so much of my time, you know, on the computer. Typing words. Words that I like to be able to see and possibly spell approximately correctly. I mean I don’t get all manic about it, but typos do bug me.
Anyway. If you’ve wondered why I’ve been cranky and kind of slacking lately this is why. It is definitely frustrating not to be able to see exactly what I’m doing. And if you know me you’ll know that I’m not really an “approximately” kind of person. So.
So I thank all of you who are suffering through my typos — although none of you assholes mentioned that I got the DATE on Tuesday’s GRIT post wrong — and double thank you to the people who have so graciously offered their services as guest posters. I’ll be taking more advantage of that over the next few days while getting used to the new look of the world through surgically polished eyeballs.
(* Edit: That sure came out wrong! I meant it jokingly but I think I missed the mark. He’s actually a funny guy who really did talk about that creepy movie, but it made me laugh and relaxed me at the time.)