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| Good Eyes | ||
I saw an ophthalmologist today. He told me that my eyes are fine with the exception of some form of colour vision deficiency. Any other visual problems I'm having are either psychological or neurological in origin. I was a bit disappointed to learn that my eyesight now test at 20/20, and that is with a good deal of advancement in my compensating algorithms. When I was a teen my eyesight tested at was 15/20. I always reasoned that the extra resolution made up for the colour deficiency. I don't know if the decrease is a result of the aging of my eyes, an increasing level of static, or both. On a fun note, I drew quite a bit of attention walking around Osco Drugs and elsewhere in my front lacing satin and velvet black dress with draping sleeves, my large purple and black jesters cap with bells, and the funky disposable sunglasses they give out when they dilate someone's eyes. One elderly gentleman upon entering Osco drugs, looked at me an exclaimed "I've gotta stop taking those drugs they're giving me.". I've been wearing this outfit for the last few days sans the disposable sunglasses and have acquired a good number of mostly joyful comments and looks. | ||
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| Dissecting Miss Lucy | ||
miss lucy had a steamboat very important, because this sets us the next 3 lines, which have nothing to do with the song the steamboat had a bell good for the steamboat the steamboat went to heaven good steamboat. pious steamboat miss lucy went to... hello operator give me number nine single digit phone numbers. you can tell this is from a long time ago if you disconnect me i'll kick you in the... behind the 'fridgerator there was a piece of glass miss lucy sat upon it sitting behind the refrigerator is not normal behavior. it's quite odd indeed. the effort involved in moving such an object away from the wall to sit behind it does show some determination, though. and broke her little... ask me no more questions and i'll tell you no more lies sounds like a good deal miss lucy's in the bathroom making chocolate pies that way we know that she didn't really break her ass. that was one of the lies. or maybe it was the truth and the end was a lie. maybe it's all lies. lies. that's all there is... lies. | ||
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