It must be Monday...

[dchenes]

I went to put in my left contact lens this morning and somehow ended up flinging it across the room. Good thing it didn't land in the heat vent. Looking for one contact lens when you have the other one in already is almost worse than looking for your glasses and not being able to find them because you can't see.

Granted the Governing Board of Harvard has other things to think about right now, but if they would kindly tell me whether or not they approve those promotions from last week, I could get a foot of paper out of my cube. (It's not even on my desk; I ran out of desk, so it's sitting on the floor.)

My skin has decided to be dry, regardless of how much water I drink or how much lotion I slather myself with. It must be winter or something. It is, however, in at least two senses of the word, irritating.

I ended up making beef stew last night, and apparently Worcestershire sauce is an acceptable substitute for onions. Yes, I know that sounds ridiculous, but it works. I didn't miss the onions at all. I would've used beer, too, if I'd had any. The other culinary endeavor I ended up embarking on last night involved most of a pound of strawberries I should have used earlier last week, half of a large container of vanilla yogurt, enough milk to make it all drinkable, and a blender. Good stuff.

It feels quite nice not to come home and look at my living room and wonder when the tornado hit it.

Comments

[mamajoan.livejournal.com]

I know what you mean about the contacts. Recently one lens of my glasses popped out and I was reduced to crawling around on the floor, with one eye squinched shut, looking for the damn thing. On one hand, I probably looked ridiculous and pretty soon the muscles around the eye were killing me. On the other hand, if I just took off my glasses entirely, I might never have found the missing lens!