Happy anniversary, four-eyes
What with my horrible evening yesterday, with the whining and the bitching, i completely forgot that February 14th marked the one-year anniversary of my lasik laser eye surgury! Can you imagine? Just over one year ago i was still walking around with the incredible blight of having to put contacs in my eyes every morning and take them out every evening! Now, a year later, as the memory of the lasik torture chamber fades, i forget there was even such a thing as near-sightedness. I am only reminded of my once-invalid condition by the moisturizing drops i put in my eyes semi-frequently, and the fact that sometimes in street-light conditions my right eye has trouble focusing on mid-range objects. The doctors say my eyesight is 20/20 in that eye, and slightly better in the other, but i secretly believe that my brain never caught up with the right-eye part of the realignment. It was too busy being creative and hugging fairies or some crap. Stupid left brain.
It was that fatefull valentines day one year ago, that Dan took me home from the hospital to our Arlington appartment, lovingly taping the plastic bug-eyes onto my face before i went to bed, nurishing me with pampering and popsicles. Actually, i don't remember popsicles. I might be confusing lasik with when i got my wisdom teeth out in 10th grade. Were there popsicles then? Brain why do you fail me??? Stupid brain, what are you even doing up there?
Brain says E=dP/dQ=MP/Q
Fuck you, brain.