I'm not hot shit in a wineglass, more curried goat in a paper cup

I should have expected it, for the price I paid for them, but somehow I didn't... they came with a hard case and a cleaning cloth, and she gave me a bottle of cleaning fluid, as well.  The case is all retro-geek, black and fluorescent green, and the cleaning cloth has those 70's bulls-eye polka dots in horrific colors. :) 

It's kind of a waste, though, because I never use a case.  My glasses seldom are removed when I'm awake, I can't operate without them.  My old glasses are in the new case at the moment, and I'm debating whether to get new lenses put in them for back-up.  Thing is, of course, I very rarely need back-up glasses.  When I do I won't be able to find them, because they'll have drifted away somewhere into a box.  That's what always happens.  It doesn't seem worth spending $78 on.  So I guess this leaves me with two superfluous cases, because eor just found another hard-case the other day, when he was cleaning out boxes.  Red with black velvet lining, which sounds really cool but in fact looks crappy.

And now I'm all weirdly messed up with the new prescription.  It's not making me nauseous (yet), but it's almost a double-vision thing.  Everything looks kind of swimmy, and I'm noticing the gneechees,* bad.  It might make driving challenging.

Okay, off to get things done, then.  If I can.  Swimming upstream. 

Oh, all that writing I did the other night, which I was so happy about... is getting tossed out to do over, after an intense conversation with eor.  Kind of a bummer, but I think that the new version will be better, when I get around to writing it. 

Much smaller field of vision on these new glasses.  I can see the frames all around.  Distracting. 

Right.  Must go get things done.
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*Those little strings and dots that float around in your vision, sometimes.  Alan Dean Foster in the Spellsinger books gave them the name 'gneechees' and said they were spirits, and an indication that magic is at work. 

I dragged myself out of bed this morning, creaking and moaning (and not in a good way), and stumbled to the kitchen, flipped the switch - and the kitchen was LIT.  Every grimy crack and crevice in full-on high definition technicolor.  For the merest slice of a moment I missed the old, dim light which went away in the hands of the electricians, yesterday, and then I remembered that if I want mood-lighting I can always turn on the paper lantern in the corner, but for waking up in the morning this brilliant thing is good, because by the time that slice of a moment had rolled around I was feeling as though I'd already had a pot of tea.  I started bustling around, not only seeing all the grime but actually having the energy to do something about it.  I'm sure it's not as though I'll feel like this every morning, with the light.  Once I'm used to it I'll probably ignore it completely.  But for today, the dishes are done, the table has been wiped down, stuff on the sideboard that hasn't been looked at in months has been thrown out or rearranged to bring it to light so that it might get used, and I think I'll pick away a bit at this pile of crap on my desk. 

Did I mention that I got my credit card bill the other day, and I had accidentally overpaid it by $400-something?  That's a nice surprise.  The new glasses I ordered, Monday, are already paid for. :)  I'm getting psyched about the idea of new glasses.