I got all teary today when the delivery guys plugged in my parents' new refrigerator.

This was after the shock and horror when the one delivery guy put the refrigerator ON HIS BACK and carried it from the truck and UP THE OUTSIDE STAIRS.

So, I've wasted the whole day (doing fun things, but there's still work to be done!), and now I'm home and sleepy, so I'm bailing on seeing Brokeback Mountain tonight, which makes me sad. Eh. After Christmas, when I'm working like a regular person, I'm going to need to go to the movies every night after work to try to catch up.

I shopped all day and only realized at about 2:30 that half of my shopping was for myself. (Fabric for the ugly chair, and also, there were groceries.) I am not done shopping for anybody for Christmas, but at least I am started on almost everybody. In that way where I never want to go shopping again.

On the upside, now I have a glue gun.

On the upside, now I have a glue gun.

Glue of the world, beware!

ION, I do have an eyepatch. I think I will use it while on a computer. (I still have good peripheral vision in my bad eye, so I'll continue to use it for other stuff.) I read that it's worse to have your dominant eye suffer a vision loss, but after a while the brain rewires itself and the good eye becomes the dominant eye. Hopefully that will happen to me (if my bad eye doesn't get better).

I've been reading a bunch of stuff online about my condition. It's like starting a new hobby - so much to learn! (and much of it conflicting)

I am done christmas shopping. Except for a watch. But no big. I had to brave fucking walmart because the BestBuy parking lot scared the living hell out of me. That's a first.

Now I have to do all the OTHER shit I needed to do this weekend. Groceries and hair are tonight. Cleaning and laundry are going to have to wait until tomorrow.

ita, so glad that the acupuncturist did something that WORKED. Now go find one to come live with you and follow you around.

I'm eating a&w fries and burger. This is, uh, the first nonbeverage food I've consumed all day. Which is kinda dumb, considering the torture I put myself through. Amazingly, no meltdowns.

I got all teary today when the delivery guys plugged in my parents' new refrigerator.

Awww. I'm glad they are one step closer to normal. And for some reason, I keep having fits and starts of a christmas song involving the miraculous arrival of the christmas fridge.... I don't know...

Thinking good thoughts Cashmere-wards....

Oh, speaking of presents, is there any little thing that would be cute to someone who's going to be teaching an undergrad class for the first time?

Glue of the world, beware!

Wait wait wait. Do you shoot at pops with a pop gun? Do you shoot at potatoes with a potato gun? Do you shoot at BBs with a BB gun? (Do I have any idea what BBs are? Oh, actually, they are ball bearings, aren't they?) No!

Okay, you might shoot at pops with a pop gun, but pops subsequently gets up out of his chair and gives you a whuppin.

You shoot at elephants with an elephant gun.

I shot an elephant in my pajamas.

Get one of those pig-flinging guns. It will work well to gain the attention of drowsing students. Colored pens, rubber stamps with appropriate text (like WHAT?)