spoke

Ha, and I thought my adventures in driving were possibly over. Didn't really get lost the last time, did I? But nooo. Couldn't find the eye appointment place.

And while I was typing that, I had to run out to give half of the trash to the trash guy. Decent guy, though, they just leaving as I made it and he stopped the driver to take mine.

...so, lost. Lost in a reasonably familiar place, and getting more so at every minute and worried that I was going to run out of gas - I'll be worried again when I go out and hope to make it to the gas station. That low. Panicky, emotional in the sort of way that makes me wonder if it isn't that time yet, and when I went to call Dad to see if he couldn't help me with directions, the phone was dead.
I shall be setting it to charge before I crash.

But somehow, knowing I was cut off was oddly calming, and I just set to work scouring my memory for how I might have gotten back from Baymeadows before. And it worked!

And the gas meter seemed to be behaving oddly at points. So a question for anyone who might live in more mountainous or even hilly areas - does the poisition the car is sitting in affect how much gas it thinks it has. Because the traffic was crawling so bad at some points that I was sitting in curves I normally glide through. Felt distinctly like vertigo, like omg the car's going to flip! Despite rational thought pointing out that it would take more than just sitting at this uncomfortable angle that reminded me vaugely of San Francisco, except Florida-y and therefore flat.

Okay, it is really time to sleep when my mind comes out with, in the image of a tacky used car commerical: Florida - We took California and smushed all the hills out!

Sleeping. Now.


...except for the bit where I poke Neopets because of the shiny birthday stuff it's doing.

I should be fishing, right now. Since I told myself I would catch these sea bream before I leave for work. Not that I'm sure I'll get them, it depends on their biting and me not sucking at this stupid fishing game. Which I do.

But! There is squeeing to be shared, because I went to my week's follow up on my eyes, and they told me everything looks fine. ^_^ It's one thing to tell yourself you're being overly emotional and everything is probably fine, and another to have professional types examine you and determine that all is well and healing as expected. Very relieved.

On the other hand, still meh-ish? But 1. not as bad as it was and 2. major worry-source has just been killed, so. *scoots off to seethe at electronic fish for not biting pixels* :PPP

All right. Just got back from the surgery, and despite my nervousness and a tiny problem with having to fight to stay still and not flinch?

It worked. ^____^

Everything is still slightly blurry right now, and I'm about to try and go to sleep, even though I'm only a little tired here. Must followe doctor's orders.

But I am so thrilled I can already tell the differance even with the blur and just - the whole world is wonderful right now. (Might be the valium they gave me, Dad said I was talking differently. That's polite-speak for 'you're babbling', yes? :P)

But I don't care, because it's nice that the whole world is wonderful except for the people I'd normally want to see get hit by a bus, as certain co-workers and people who are rude to the elderly and idiots who cut in without turn signals.

XD okay so maybe I am babbling. Sleep now, or at least trying to sleep. Yes.

*hugs and random lottery wins and Christmases out of season for all!*

AOL shutting down a call center.

That would be my Dad, and his wife. He says they're getting job placement assistance and everything, so they're not too worried.

Meanwhile, he called me yesterday and asked if I could drive him to an appointment - he's getting lasik eye surgery done. ...I am torn between the squee and being happy for him, and plain old jealousy. Which means while waiting to drive him home from this, I shall have to pester the lovely office people for information. Although I can't remember how long he's going to be paying, I know Dad said he's on a payment plan of something like $200 a month?

So if I use my tax refund next year, and if the Wal-Mart bonus is any good (which it wan't, this year x.x ) ...maybe next year? I wish I hope I'd love to get rid of my bloody glasses I already need a new exam because I think something went wrong with the last one but I'm a horrible chicken when it comes to doctors? :PPP

*covet!*

I have had the weirdest feeling the past few days, like I'm floating on the surface of myself and I have no idea what's down there. Weirdly empty, in spite of the fact that I've been doing better about getting things done - or maybe I'm getting things done in an attempt to counter it?

It occurred to me while typing up an old piece of Coldfire fic, what has been bothering me about the fandom. ( Beware the spoilers which contain poking of fandom! )

Is it the weekend yet already?!