Disappointing: Watching helplessly as the lens to your glasses falls to the shower floor at the gym.
Travesty: Bending over to pick up the lens (don’t worry, private showers) and discovering that the frame has snapped.
Debacle: Trying to figure how the fuck you’re going to make it through the day now that your capacity to visually identify the world has been halved.
Dangerous: Navigating to the grocery store for superglue with only one eye.
Aggravation: First grocery store doesn’t open until 10:00 A.M. WTF? Lolzorz!
Introspective: Wondering what the cashier is thinking when you arrive at the checkout squinty eyed with a tube of super glue, bananas and a can of green beans?
Accomplishment: Successfully repairing frames with super glue without adhering anything to my person in an awkward fashion, and making it to work on time.
Apprehensive: Wondering if at any moment the adhesive super powers of the glue will give up the “ghost” and leave me visually hindered again.

Made it back from Waco. In a bit of post-holiday doldrums I suppose, not feeling very creative or optimistic at the momemnt. Got really smashed Saturday night, watched hockey at the pub and then listened to Seamus Stout until Dustin showed up. Dustin drove me home, that was a good thing. Nice evening all-in-all and glad I went out even if it was by myself…maybe a little over enthusiastic with the Guinness, but what’s a fellow to do?
Meh

Out for a bit due to seasonal festivities. Headed down to that great bastion of culture and civilization nestled deep in that Heart o’ Texas I’m sure you’ve all heard so much about. There will be parents, grandparents, my 6′0 cousin Rachel, assorted relatives and, of course, eating of traditional Thanksgiving fare and all that. I won’t say where we’ll be eating as I don’t want to give the impression that my family and I are a bunch of red neckish types…but we are, so…yeah.
Be thankful my beligerant filthy readers…be safe, have happy times and what-not.