Tuesday, June 29, 2004
Just got back from the optometrist, etc. I'm sure you're just waiting to hear the funny.
I don't know what it is about going to the optometrist that makes me feel like I'm about to die. I become the biggest hypochondriac ever, which makes absolutely NO sense since the chances of my catching some fatal eye infection are slimmer than me getting brain cancer from my constant cell text messaging. At least it's better than going to my opthamalogist, who not only makes me feel like I'm about to die from some fake eye disease, but also manages to yell/scold/reprimand/smap at me for being such an enabler in my goal towards progressing blindness. In any case, I'm just as blind, if not blinder, than ever.
There's just something incredibly wrong about that glaucoma test. Air should not be purposely puffed directly into your eye, in my opinion. And imagine my fright when I decided that I just may be going colorblind. Not to mention losing my depth perception, which might explain why everyone seems so one-dimensional. (bwahaha...ahhhh, okay, that was dumb...) And there's nothing quite as encouraging as when the doc puts up the initial setting on the test lens, asks you which line of letters you can see up to, and you're sitting there going "umm... you're going to have to start MUCH higher than THAT." So yeah, I'm BLIND, dammit. And love that surprise when you get to put your contacts back in and finally see what your doctor looks like. Oh, um... hi. LMAO. Ugh... gotta wait a week for my new custom lenses to come in, and then follow up visits a few weeks later. Damn me and my procrastination. I wanted to get this all done and over with before the trip. Next step: finding the perfect cute frames for my new glasses. Wooo!
Then stopped by Borders because I haven't been in a bookstore in forever, and god, did it feel good. I got travel books. I love getting travel books. Even if it's only a weekend and I only end up seeing one or two things or just end up sitting on my ass at the friend's friend's house the entire time, I will be well-prepared for my LA trip. *nods* And I got maps! Well, one fun map, which is unfortunately, double-sided. But I love maps, especially the fun ones. *takes down Hong Kong and China maps, puts up LA map* Shut up. I'm a travel geek who doesn't get to do much traveling. :(
And my final stop was at the Verizon store. You know, their customer service ain't so hot. They wouldn't let me reprogram my phone because I supposedly have the latest software, even though I know I'm missing menu options that the PoohBro's newer phone has. Bastards. And when I mentioned that standing by my apartment windows gave me absolutely no signal, but that I get full reception inside my windowless, SHIELDED lab at work... I got a blank look. And when I pointed out that that scenario didn't sound anywhere close to the "can you hear me now" lie that the company is built on, I got another blank look. Which was met with an equally impressive blank look from me. And after we stared at each other for a few seconds, I gave up and left. And THAT is why I hate that stupid company.
And then I got a phone call from a Hi-Is-Dan-There CellGIRL! I would never have picked up on any suspicious looking callback numbers, but the bitca used a restricted number, and for some reason, I always feel like I need to answer those calls. DAMMIT, DAN! Stop giving your evil minions my number! It's been over two years, people. DAN ISN'T HERE! *glares at all of you* DON'T even think about making a Dan call to me. I will kick your ass, and that's a promise. Hrmph.
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