Dawn Wants More Blogging


Dawn wants more blogging! Hmmm ... I don't have anything to say. Oh, that's not true at all. I have lots to say. But I have been dozing on the couch since 9:30 pm and should've been in bed hours ago! I never really have the time to blog the way I'd like. How could I get a job that pays me to blog? Do you think Dawn, as one of my primary readers (poor Dawn!) would pay me to remember to blog? I can't make a schedule, I'd just rebel against it. Don't like being told what to do. Of course, without a schedule it never gets done. I should have Dale take my picture tomorrow, because I'm going to the eye doctor to get new glasses. Trendy ones that will date me forever in all my pictures and make me look like a nerd in 12 months when some other style is in style and mine are out out out. That's my plan, anyway. I'm just so thankful I missed the narrow, rectangle, thick black frame look. Sorry to those of you sporting it. I don't like it. Can't say that to your face, and maybe they even look good on YOUR face, I can't see you right now, my prescription needs updating. Notice I didn't say needs updated. Because that would be grammatically wrong. Which reminds me, I had a dream about Vicki in ID last night but keep forgetting to write about it. If I write it here, she won't see it. I don't think. She's never told me she reads my blog. Only Dale and Dawn do. If I weren't so tired I'd make links to them. But I'm that tired. And Vicki's at the movies anyway. She heard Garfield was good. It would almost have to be better than the cartoon, don't you think? Comic is the proper term, I guess, not cartoon. So anyway, I'll tell you about my dream tomorrow. Right now I'm going to bed, so I can be well rested when I squint at trendy frames that I can't see because I'm not wearing glasses. Isn't that weird that if you need glasses you can't see yourself trying on new glasses? Maybe that's how bad trendy styles get started, everyone squinting at these bad frames but not knowing they're bad because they don't have the right lenses in yet. Then the get them and whoa, they think they're awful, but who can they complain to? They chose them themselves. That must be it. I'm taking Dale along, he won't steer me wrong. And what I look like IN my new glasses will just be a surprise when I get them, I guess. I'd get contacts if I could, but I've been through that headache too many times, with my astigmatism and teeeny weeeeny eyes it's just hard to get a good fit. I go through like 4-5 different brands and types each time. Once I had good ones, but no more. Alas, those days are gone.

Posted: Thu - June 17, 2004 at 11:46 PM          

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