The world is such a different place when you cannot see quite right.
At some point in the last six months, my eyesight has degraded rapidly. My glasses are no longer strong enough, but I hardly wear them anyway. I prefer the aesthetic of contact lenses. However, since I managed to get a foreign particle in my eye while sanding The Handsome Chair, I've been forced to wear the glasses.
I went to WalMart and could see nothing properly outside of my three foot visibility range. While somewhat amused at my circumstances, I got rather frustrated trying to navigate my way to the fabric counter all squinty-eyed.
At home I decided it was MY turn to pick dinner: Swedish pancakes. In mixing up the batter, I mistook the apple cider vinegar for vanilla extract.
At work I noticed a shadowy personage at the end of the hallway. He appeared to wave at me. I smiled and waved... I have no idea who he was. Or was it even a she perhaps? Or a decorative plant? I'm really not quite sure.
I probably shouldn't be driving as I cannot read posted signs and at night the headlights of cars are like unto a blinding pillar of light.
My depth perception is also quite off, as evidenced by the time I recently missed my chair in the break room.
Speaking of the break room, I ventured over to that vending machine with the intention of purchasing a granola bar. I entered what I thought was the code for said granola bar and out comes chocolate donuts! Coincidence? Maybe this vision problem isn't so bad after all; I can blame all my poor decisions on The Glasses!
Kyle? Oh Kyle has "perfect" vision. I'm convinced he too could use glasses, because honestly is there anyone out there who still has PERFECT vision? I just can't believe it. Everyone in my family is visually impaired, why must he be excluded? I also happen to think he'd be pretty cute in glasses.