I'm way too lazy to type things out twice, you can venture over to the other blog to see why I'm pulling my hair out.
I guess this isn't technically cross-posting.
Hey, there's four days left until Cirque and I MUST find a cute outfit. It's a celebration after all.
Thursday I'm going to check out getting contacts. Why? Well, partially because I'm getting rather blind without my glasses and mainly because I'm so vain. I think I look so much cuter without my glasses on. And I miss having cute sunglasses. All I have now are yucky clip ons that go over my regular glasses.
I. Am. Skerred. The thought of something hanging out in my eye kinda freaks me out, but vanity will win over chickenshit-ness.
………………really? First, put your phone on vibrate. This is an office. Second, if you're having a business conversation, don't tell the person to wait while you answer your PERSONAL PHONE!……………………
Do you know that one night I dreamt of the formula for love? Like it could be worked out mathmatically. Of course, as with all the good dreams, that formula danced on the edge of the memory cliff and slipped off before I could remember it and get it written down. Bad dreams stick around forever. Bastards.
Btw, if you're interested in this sort of thing, the girls are doing fine. I think that all swelling has subsided. I'm sure I got out of this way better off than 90% of people who have it done and I'm thankful for that.
And with that, I leave you until later.