In Which I Complain About Things I Can’t Do Anything About

I don’t like wearing my glasses! I don’t like driving in them. I don’t like moving around in them, because I still can’t make my brain do that trick where it stops seeing things as curved. And when I take them off, not only is everything blurry (unsurprisingly) but I’m dizzy in the opposite direction.

At night, I have been just walking around with my eyes shut, to get some relief.

Also, I miss my parents.

Yes, I know.