Sandpapered eyes

Ugh, I thought my eyes had recovered sufficiently (I do think it was the glycolic now, and I have to be more careful with that before I do permanent damage) enough to wear contacts, but not so much. Now I have them in, can't take them out because I don't have any solution, and sit here with the scratchiest feeling in my eyes.

Not cool.

Last night I dreamt I was in a car, driving through a snowy mountain pass. Actually, I wasn't driving. I was in the back seat, lying prone and trying to sleep. I think I was a guy. My two brothers were in the front, and they kept teasing me about getting a woman's phone number. (Note, not my actual brothers, my fictional brothers.)

Later, I dreamt that I woke up one morning and couldn't open my eyes. I had to knock on HN's door and ask him to take me to Group Health's urgent care up on Capitol Hill. (Clearly, this one's related to my eye issues in real time.) He said he couldn't because his brother got to use the car. I somehow managed to find the keys to my car and made him use that one, even though he was reluctant to drive it. He dropped me off - came in with me, actually, and kissed me goodbye for some reason, which I thought very strange at the time because he'd been kind of awkward and uncomfortable even taking me. But I didn't say anything because the whole being blinded took precedence.

I'm rich!

I found a dollar at lunch. Where shall I spent my new vast wealth? Hee.

I also found my bitchiness at lunch. I'm seriously ready to just kill the woman at the front desk. For no good reason other than the full moon is coming up and it's fucking with my inner balance somewhat.

Seriously, I'm so cranky lately that I even want to kill the main character in the book I'm reading. If ever there was an anti-heroine, Carrie Meeber is it. She's the most idiotic female character I've read in quite some time. I think Mr. Dreiser did not have a very high opinion of women. Granted, Carrie's greatest problem is that she's completely useless and passive until the end. Which is when, of course, she becomes the bad person of the story (and interesting at last!). Never mind the first man who suckered her in...and the second man who hesitated, hemmed and hawed for two whole pages about stealing money but had not one qualm with cheating on his wife and then basically kidnapping Carrie after he finally decided to take the money and run. Naw, those guys are the people we should feel sympathize with.

Why the fuck did I just rant on about that?

I think my calf muscles have grown. The big-fat-girl-calved boots I bought at the end of last year are now snug. They weren't when I bought them.

Huh. Full moon falls on Groundhog Day. This amuses me.