I found my backup contacts, the ones that were tainted with jalapeno juice from the time I made guacamole this summer (and that was some kick-ass guac, if I do say so myself). Opened up the case to find that the right one, the replacement for the one I’d lost, was all dried up. I hoped and prayed and doused it with some solution and put the cap back on and waited.
Hours later, it was all good. The contact had plumped back up and even the pepper taint was gone.
I’d wear glasses every day if I had the cool SNL-news-anchor ones, but I don’t. My glasses are very standard.
I’m having trouble concentrating but I’m plugging along. I’ve hated my hour-long commute for the last few days because it gives me too much time to think. I try to blast upbeat music and sing along. Sometimes it helps.
I need to pee but I’m too lazy to take the short walk across the hall to the bathroom. I can actually see the bathroom from where I sit and it’s just too far to go.
I can’t believe Thanksgiving is next week.
I need to clean my room and change my overhead light bulb. The two dim lamps are not enough light for me.
I’m a money-saver’s worst nightmare when it comes to electricity. I like my rooms flooded with light. I had like four lamps in my dorm room. I’ve been known to dawdle in the shower. I’ve been known to turn the sink on to wash my face and forget about it while I take off jewelry or tidy up the counter.
When I lived in an apartment that included all utilities in the rent, my roommate and I got into the horrible, terrible habit of leaving the refrigerator open while we cooked. Luckily I’ve broken that nasty habit, but the propensity is still there, I think.
I’m really tired and crampy and the weather sucks and I don’t have much to talk about.