Crack Is Wack

Medical week continues. My last contact lens tore this week, so I finally had to make an appointment to see the eye doctor so I could get a new prescription. I went to a new doctor since my old one is now really far away. She wants me to try wearing a lens in my right eye too. Blah. I tried it with a disposable this afternoon and my eye was very uncomfortable. I'll try it a few more times, but it's got to feel better than it did today.

On the way back to work from the eye doctor I had to stop at the post office to mail a package. I got my eyes dilated, so I'm sure I looked like some kind of mutant. Everything was all blurry and I was looking at the lady behind the desk while trying to look normal. I said "I just went to the eye doctor, that's why my eyes look weird." She looked at me and then said: "I don't care if you've been smoking crack. Can you sign your name? That's all I need from you." It looks kind of mean in print, but she said it in a joking way. I thought it was pretty damn funny.