Gotta get my eyes done, I gotta get my eyes done

("Don't wanna see you anymore, don't wanna see you anymore")

Sorry, I'm having an internal Voluptuous Horror of Karen Black musical moment, and so the above is not directed at anyone at all. But the fact remains that I have an eye appointment today.

New glasses to follow in the next week or so. It will be nice not to have to deal with bent frames and scratched (and often loose) lenses, not to mention an outdated prescription.

In other news, J. comes back tomorrow! Hooray! Apart from being glad at that in general, I am further hoping her return will break me out of this weird holding pattern I feel I've been in since she left. With the exception of a busy weekend, there has been nothing to do, and so I have done nothing. Lots of little projects just didn't happen -- I was going to touch up my crappily painted miniatures for D&D in J.'s absence (because painting miniatures makes J. sad, in a her-ex-was-an-extreme-Warhammer-junkie sort of way) while watching some movies, but neither the painting nor the movies happened. Not even schoolwork, as I await advisorial input on my last draft. Only this morning did I bother to tidy up the folding chairs and bottles from Saturday night.

Somehow, all of my time has been frittered away sitting here, surfing the web or playing Starcraft, and yet it doesn't seem like I did those all that much.

Anyway.

On the plus side, the fact that I haven't done the dishes more than once (Saturday morning) is counterbalanced by the fact that I have cooked for myself exactly twice, eating bread, cheese, and salad the rest of the time, so there aren't that many to do.

Well then.

I thought I was going to have to press the landlords' VCR into service tomorrow night, as both "Angel" and "The West Wing" have the same time slot now, and my TV/VCR combo doesn't let one watch one channel while recording another. But I see that, according to the TV Guide website, "The West Wing" tomorrow will be this:

C.J. (Allison Janney) goes home to Dayton---and finds herself in the middle of an achingly sad family crisis---in this poignant change-of-pace episode.

... so I think I can skip it.

Still, this will be a vaguely irritating problem in future weeks, unless the Cordelia storyline on "Angel" doesn't stop being so damn annoying, in which case... ?

New glasses some time next week; the prescription is roughly the same as before. On the train I started to read Gregory Maguire's "Wicked", which I am pleased to have begun.