Neurotic Like Me

So today has been an array of events, all of which were mundane and not all that exciting.

There was Germany's win against Ghana advancing them into the next round. Not to mention the American's success, and the miracle of England also making it through to the next round.

If you're someone like me who is blind and does not get health coverage, any deal is worth taking if it reduces your costs. For example, I went for my annual optometric appointment, and I was told that if I bought a full years supply of contacts, I would get 25% of a new pair of glasses -which I needed. Score. I picked out yet another pair of square frames, which my sister calls *** glasses. You'd be suprised that the cost of lenses is at least double the price of the frames if you're as blind as me. So 25% off of a new pair of glasses saves me $100 which is awesome. The best part of the whole appointment was the discussion I had about my eyes being super dry in the morning for the last month since I got back from France. I wasn't gone long enough for the climate to affect me. As my optometrist looked at my eyes, she said just the lenses were dry. And then asked me if anyone has ever told me that I sleep with my eyes open. Well no. I sleepwalk. It's not regular, but regular enough to have this comment make sense to me. WTF? I sleep with my eyes open all of a sudden? That's mental. Almost scary. Lucky for me, I got some fancy eyedrops to use in the morning. I still can't quite wrap my head around the fact that I am now sleeping with my eyes open.

Since the day was lovely, I couldn't bring myself to work-out in the gym when I could be outside. I don't know what I was thinking. Being restless is probably the worst thing to be when deciding to go for a walk with no aim or purpose. I past a sign saying Rock Sugar has bubble tea, went there, saw that they didn't open for 45 more minutes so I went to McNally's. I'm not sure if it was my guilt that I need to start reading the books I have bought or my restlessness, although I'm leaning towards guilt, the literature section was not fulfilling me. As I purused almost every genre, I realized that what I needed was some philosophy. Hence the title of neuroticism. I picked up an anthology called Philosophy and Death. In case you were interested, it has three parts: the nature of death and our knowledge of it, how should we view death and ethics about death such as murder, suicide, ethunasia, etc. At that moment I was content and hungry.

I'm still hungry. I would rather blog or watch TV then actually cook something. It's really about washing dishes. I only have one sink. So rinsing is a pain in the ass. Also, the sink is so strange, that I can't find a sink stopper so I can fill the damn thing up long enough to wash anything. I would rather starve then make something. If I pick something up, it's going to be all starchy, and blah.

So right now I'm feeling like blah with my super dry eyes from sleeping with my eyes open and being all hungry, but not eating real food because of a sink. Neurotic.

As a side note, I had perused a book some guy had written that was based on his life events, which were crazy and so offbeat, he needed to share. I thought what a great idea, I would love to do that, only my life is boring. I could have those strange events too, but that would mean I would have zero standards and a flagrant disregard for my sense of well-being and protection. Of course if you walked downtown and met some drunk homeless person and took them home for a night so they could sleep on your couch, something is bound to happen. I'm sure he put himself in those situations in the first place. It reminded me of something M said today about MuchMusic having a contest of having a reality show of your friends because you're just so damn interesting. I wonder how that will go.

Adios amigos.