This Is Less About Us, More About The Funk

I'm trapped in an opthamalogical nightmare, as the temporary contacts that my eye doctor gave me apparently aren't correcting vision problems I actually have, so I have to strain to see everything and even then it's blurry or doubled or just oddly haloed. It's similar to how everything looked when I got that concussion that time I fell down my basement stairs. I wouldn't have worn them except that one eye is just fine, the other one is screwed up, and I thought maybe the kinks would work themselves out. But instead I just have a headache.

I won tickets from the Onion to see Zach Galifianakis for free at the Pantages tomorrow night and I'm pretty excited. For me and my +1, that's a good $50 worth of free entertainment right there.

I went on a shopping spree on Amazon a couple days ago and I want my packages to get here already. I bought the following:

*We Were Dead Before The Ship Even Sank (Modest Mouse) (I want this album so much it hurts)
*Robbers & Cowards (Cold War Kids)
*Neon Bible (Arcade Fire) (I pretty much bought this for the remake of No Cars Go which is unbelievable)
*The Crane Wife (The Decemberists) (it's embarrassing how long I've gone without owning this)
*The Good, The Bad, and The Queen (The Good, The Bad, and The Queen)

I should have bought the new Ted Leo and the new Bloc Party, but I spent the rest of my budget buying that last textbook I was trying to get away with not having. The requirements for the class changed and now I have to start writing papers that cite the book, so I can't get away with it anymore. On the plus side, I pulled out a B on the midterm anyway.

It is so hot in my office that I can hardly breathe. Once again I'm the only one who showed up today, so I've been blasting the Current with the window open, so I hope the rest of the medical complex enjoys that.

Oh god, my eyes.