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the whole four-eyes thing

For the past couple of weeks, I’ve been developing headaches while at work, sometime in the early afternoon. It’s the same time every day and it’s the same throbbing headache that stabs away at the back of my eyes.

Option #1 – Quit my job. Not exactly feasible. Although potentially very fun.

Option #2 – Get glasses to wear while at work, using a computer, or reading. I’m going this route. My prescription looks like this:

Right eye: +050 -125 x 090
Left eye: +075 -100 x 085

I know it’s eye doctor code, but it makes me laugh that my eyes are so different. You know what else is funny? My cock-eyed head. Anytime I wear glasses, they’re crooked on anyone else. If looking like a nerd (I picked extra nerdy glasses on purpose) while I’m at work will make headaches go away, then I’m down with that. Know what else I picked my frames based upon? The same type of frames I always make my Sims characters wear. Nerd alert.

So, a headache started brewing this morning at trivia and I haven’t been able to kick it yet, despite taking pills and avoiding the computer. I’m gonna hit it with one more dose of Excederin, take a shower, and go head back over to the Trivia HQ.

Also, for those interested, my new cell phone ring is Secret Lover. Yes, just like the T-Mobile commercial, but I can’t help it. It makes me laugh every time my phone rings.

girls in bikinis

Know what happens on February 14th?

Wrong. It’s Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Issue Day. Finally, a reason to not slit my wrists every mid-February. Oh, but I only jest. I could take or leave Valentine’s Day, but it was only today that I found out halfway-nudie magazine day coincided with that very over-saturated-in-pink holiday.

Aside from pages upon pages of beautiful beach-front scenery, they also have cell phone wallpapers available for download at only $1.99/pop. Now, if it weren’t for my adorable puppy alway being on my wallpaper, I would head straight on over to the Heidi Klum collection and find somethin’ purdy. After all, I know I can’t ever get enough of her during Project Runway, and now you never have to say Auf Wiedersehen to her once the season is over. That’s just how much I love her inspiring opinions of potential clothing designers. Unfortunately, there are no pictures of Seal in a swimsuit for all those folks not interested in what Heidi has to offer.

Or, there’s always the former Mrs. Uncle Jesse, Rebecca Romijn, who kind of reminds me of what I’m sure to look like during my Caribbean vacation next month. Stop your laughing, you.

And really, despite the fact that this is is the 43rd annual Swimsuit edition, those are the only ones I could probably really recognize in a lineup. But I’m sure the other ones look great, too.

Note: No hand lotion is included with the purchase of this magazine.

a lot for saturday by 2pm

I had my alarm set for 6 a.m. today, so I could head over to Sean’s and participate in the trivia contest I mentioned here. It’s hard damn trivia. I was overly excited that I knew two answers without having to look anything up. You’d understand how awesome that is if you knew the rest of questions were things like: Who do the Cheetah Girls thank for their success on their self-titled album? and What did TV’s Robbie Miller tell Reverend Burns was the name of the three wise men? I don’t think we got either of those.

I left a bit after noon to head to an eye appointment. I’ve been getting headaches daily for the last week or so, and I figured this would put a good place to start in an attempt to figure those headaches out. It didn’t take the optometrist long to figure it out. $130 later and I’ll be bespectacled in about a week.

I’m headed to nap for a while and return to trivia to pull the all-nighter. As much as I wanted to stay up for the whole thing, f four-legged crybaby named Riley but the kibosh on that.

And, finally, I talked to my regular mail person this afternoon. She went into the rental office in the other building to make sure my packages weren’t there. And guess what? They were fucking there. The stupid ass property manager, who didn’t think things were so funny last week when I informed her human shit on my bathroom floor that wasn’t mine was a health code violation, seemed to think it was pretty funny to tell me on Tuesday that I had no packages. Turns out she just didn’t open her stupid fucking eyes long enough to find them. Why all the rage? It’s the second time this particular front office person has overlooked(?) my packages. Grr. Lots of rage.