Domestic Geek

Dad read my Post of Woe® from Sunday and insisted that he get me new glasses as a late birthday/early Christmas gift. Not only did it get me out of work (I'll post more about that joke later this evening), but now I CAN SEE!!!! Well, I will when my eyes get back to normal. They dialated them and the vision is still a bit fuzzy. You'd think in this day and age, they could dialate your eyeballs and not have it take hours for your eyes to return to normal.

They have a newer kind a lens out for people with astigmatism that corrects a problem I never noticed I had until I got home and looked through my old broken ones. With the older lenses, looking straight ahead your vision is clear, but the peripheral vision areas are blurry. Everything is clear with the new ones. Wow—I'm impressed.

The bad news is there is nothing that can be done about the floater in my left eyeball. I'll just have to live with it. The good news is, unless I get a whole bunch more, it's nothing serious.

OK, now I need to rest. I have a headache.

I saw this meme over at Laura's.



Ten Things I’d Do if I had More Time

1. Have a healthy, home-cooked meal on the table every night for Marcus.
2. Join some kind of women's crafting club (knitting, crocheting, quilting, scrapbooking?)
3. Spend more quality time with my dad.
4. Talk classes--I love learning things.
5. Volunteer.
6. Finish the tons of projects I have started.
7. Get rid of unnecessary files on my hard drives.
8. Redesign my web sites.
9. Get a puppy.
10. Read more books.

Damn, this is becoming the dreaded Blog of Woe® again. I am so freaking down right now. I'm sick. I'm coughing . My throat hurts. I can't see well and have been getting terrible eye strain headaches since my glasses broke. I haven't had sex since March because I don't have the money to get my annual exam and pills and since I'm allergic to both spermicides and latex, that avenue is out. Not running the risk of conceiving a kid I don't want. I really don't want to go to this lame little contract job tomorrow. My despair and lack of cash is starting to wear on Marcus, as well. He won't admit it, but I can tell. I never heard back from the agency I contacted the other day about my depression. It's a good thing I'm not suicidal. I'll have to find another one, I guess. Story of my life, eh?

The good news is that we can probably find space for everything that we want to keep from storage. We still throw stuff away everytime we go over there. I haven't used anything from over there except the Christmas stuff since we moved here four years ago. There is a huge majority of stuff that hasn't been used since we moved out to Byers seven years ago. I'm glad I'm losing my attachment to all that junk. Who cares that I was voted most impoved sophomore at the music banquet back in 1982? If I don't, I seriously doubt that anybody else on this planet cares.

It struck me that I've really become detached from my past life. Things that used to be so important to me seem like they happened to someone else. It's sad. I wondered today if it is a side effect or coping mechanism I've developed because of the depression. Except for an occassional phone call with my one friend from college, I don't have any ties to anybody from the time I was born until I I met Dave, Mike and Marcus (except for my dad, that is). How weird and wrong is that? I'm pretty sure that I would've lost contact with Mike and Dave by now if they weren't friends of Marcus. I don't know why I can't/won't build lasting relationships with people.

Well, at least the Broncos won today. Yay, Elam!

Ever since I worked at the screenprinter, I've been enamored with the idea of selling shrits online. I've got a problem with Cafepress' TOS, so I'm looking for other alternatives (to actually having them printed and shipped myself). I found a link to a site called Spreadshirt. Must look into this site this weekend.

I drove all the way over there and nobobdy was there AGAIN! This is unacceptable. I'm just about ready to tell them to f*ck off.

I sent an email off to a local mental health facility to see if anybody could offer advice on how to get myself some help. I'm tired of not living my life and if it is indeed depression that has been hindering me, I want to find out and fix it. I can't really remember the last time I felt truly happy and at peace. The most annoying thing is that I can't concentrate. That is so unlike me. I used to be able to concentrate on coding for hours on end. Now, I can't remember what I intended to do like 2 seconds ago.