I figured out today that my constant headaches, rather than indicating that I have mind cancer, are probably due to the fact that my glasses are no longer the prescription that I need. I am actually having trouble even seeing the titles on the book spines that are four feet away from me. Actually, I'm not having an easy time seeing the computer monitor, either. This really bugs me, because it seems like I went a longer length of time between getting new glasses before. Just a part of aging, I guess. These glasses were bought on October 13, 2000, a day after I crashed my car into the median on I-96 when I lost control of my (first) Focus, and two days after Julie and I had her parents and my parents to dinner to show off the house we had just moved into. I was working at OnStar then, but had just bought my first new car in July, and it was a Ford. My glasses flew off my face when I hit, and I was never able to find them in the wreakage. I sat in the ER, oddly cheerful, wiping the blood from my forehead and only seeing blurriness. I had my replacement glasses in my backpack, but they had huge-ass Buddy Holly frames, so I was anxious to get some replacements.

I no longer live with Julie, I no longer work at OnStar, the Ford that replaced the one I totalled is paid off, and, since I got these glasses, I have earned my Master's degree. Ch-ch-ch-changes.

Except I hadn't planned on getting glasses until I was employed again, with insurance. It annoys me that I have to pay for an eye-exam, much less the glasses. I'm also afraid I may have to get bifocals: I have been reading books over my glasses, which is something my dad does all the time.

I almost have all my practicum hours done, although I promised Veronica I would hang around until the end of the semester. We're going to lunch at the cafe in the Detroit Institute of Arts next Friday, before a presentation on Virtual Reference.

Song: Donovan, "Atlantis".