silverthorne

So, thanks to my dad, I now have contacts. Which is a good thing, because my one lone pair of glasses was about seven years old, and even with them, the world was a mite blurry. (Not to mention the glasses were scratched to hell. :/ )

To be able to see and not even have anything on my face is a hell of a treat and a shock. Things are clear...and all of a sudden, there's suddenly a lot more to the world than a pleasant, fuzzy blur.

I also didn't realize how much my constant, low grade, constant depression depended on the fact that I haven't been able to see the world clearly at all for at least four years now. But even though it's OMFG!Wednesday, where STRESS is the most common factor, I'm feeling happy.

WIIIIIIEEERRRRDDDDDD!

Now let's see how well they hold up to work! *g*