It's a Saturday!

If you were listening in on my optometrist appointment this morning (but you weren't, because you weren't awake that early), you might have mistakenly thought we were discussing a great piece of artwork.

"Better 1 or 2?" "I believe that the first was better." "But this one does nothing?" "Correct." "Is this better yet?" "Yes, I think that the lines are a bit more defined, edges less blurred."

Not to mention, that I caught a glimpse of myself sitting in front of this contraption that resembled Peggy Guggenheim's famous glasses in cartoon form. In my half-drunk/half-hungover state, I found this quite amusing.


The aforementioned glasses.

Also, I had my pupils dilated. At first, it was a bit like being drunk (which was not all that fun seeing as how I was still a little drunk already), but then even inside light hurt my eyes. At Target, I bumped into a few people and what I thought might have been people but were actually shelves. I know that I looked a mess (and strung out) so I hid in the cosmetic isle so as not to scare the kiddies.

Still no new glasses, because I can't find a retailer that will take my insurance. Hopefully, I can resolve this on Monday. Perhaps, Peggy glasses are in my future.

In other news, I had way too much fun last night with Erica. I usually do when she's involved. If you add Andy's (with it's mountains of free shots) to the mix, BAM! Ridicu-osity abounds.

I'm off to bed to catch up on the hours of sleep I missed last night while damaging my liver....