The aspirin owl most closely reflects my mood. Every day.

Apologise? What is this, that ghastly Effluents, or whatever that petulent thing is?

I don’t want to look. I couldn’t take the reproving stares.

I was working on a deadline this weekend (and occasionally posting dumb stuff on the blog), and so utterly sidetracked by the noises in my head that I almost totally fucked-up the 3-day pre-op eyedrop protocol for tomorrow’s cataract surgery.

I got one medication right, but substituted one of the post-surgery drops for one of the pre-surgery drops—essentially swapping a cortical steroid for the antibiotic bath I was supposed to be getting.

Long story short: I shit my pants when I realized I’d been using the wrong crap, figuring I’d have to cancel the surgery, pay for the surgery I didn’t have, and then start over from the basic physical exam and blood tests, and pay for the whole shebang again...all the while slowly going blind.

Turns out the steroid doesn’t do dick until after you’ve been cut, and the antibiotic wash is a $99 nicety that doesn’t mean shit to a tree. The surgeon’s staff had a good laugh, I cleaned out my pants and we’ve got the greenlight for Sight Restoration As Planned.

A curse on dissipated 3-day weekends. I don’t need the excitement of Terror Tuesdays.

I wish I had fascinating hangover stories to share, red-faced and embarrassed. Sadly, I used my extended weekend to clean my house. The BIG clean, where I emptied kitchen cabinets and the fridge and purged all the outdated foodstuffs. And pulled furniture away from walls and swept and mopped the floors. And washed and dusted and swept every surface of this place until I couldn’t breathe without sneezing or coughing up dust bunnies.

But now it’s pretty and neat and fresh. If I’m lucky, it will last a week. sigh.

Strange, I thought your earlier references to eye drops were because of the Anime-Eyes post, but it appears that it’s a real thing. Sending good vibes on the ocular front.

Thank, O. It’ll be nice to see something that doesn’t look like a Christmas display behind a wall of Vaseline.

Thought if you are getting Anime-Eyes as part of the surgery, who am I to judge?

No, don’t ask me why, they’ll tell you why. Especially Tom. Tom is pissed.

No surprise, but not a single call was received. You’re ALL on my shit list now, slackers.

Tom, we’re not very good at following through on apologies. Just ask Riverchucky and Lambert—they’ve been waiting for over two years!

Believe it or not, I apologized to Lambert. Chucky, on the other hand, can smoke a turd in hell.

You apologized to Lambert!??!? SPLITTER!

It was the only way I could get him to shut up. Didn’t work too well, obvs.