Paying For My Laziness

Yeah yeah yeah, so I didn't post anything yesterday. And I didn't do much the day before that, either.

But ask anyone who actually tries to keep a blog going--It's always tough, and some days are tougher than others. And then when I write something that *I* think is interesting, and get very few--or even worse--no comments, the self-doubt creeps in and I find myself asking if it's worth the effort. Some days the answer is a resounding yes, but some days the answer is "not really".

Or sometimes I feel just plain lazy, and sitting at the computer is the lowest of all priorities, somewhere below scrubbing the shower tile or tightening down the loose toilet seat. But I've been working on all of those little undesirable projects all morning, and they're getting done. I still have to fold laundry and vacuum my room, but most everything else is finished. So here I sit at my desk listening to my latest randomized CD (more on that later) and trying to make my otherwise dull week sound somewhat interesting.

I know everyone likes to read about food, but after the pizza last week, I've not been feeling particularly inspired. I made some decent enchiladas the other night, but it was more of a Sandra Lee-type of recipe--canned sauce, spice packets, etc. So it was fairly pedestrian. And I have about a ton of leftover Spanish rice, and with the half-pound or so of seasoned beef still in the fridge, I'll probably find myself eating burritos all weekend. (Dougie--I need your expertise!)

I had my eye exam yesterday, and it went well. Yes, my eyesight has degraded a bit since my last exam in 2001, but not too much. So Tara, there are a few reasons I'm not getting contacts. First of all, I don't need them--I only need assistance to see off in the distance, and sitting with contacts in at the computer would likely drive me nuts, or even worse, probably hasten the need for a stronger prescription down the road. Also, I work in a casino, and all that second-hand smoke would probably just kill my eyes if I wore contacts. I remember all those trips to Vegas back in the day with Derek, and his biggest whine every trip was about his contacts and the smoke. I won't subject myself to that. And third of all, I'm not that vain to insist on having contacts. Some people actually look good in glasses (Howzie!), and of course I consider myself one of them.

Anyhow, the exam went well, and the doctor said my eyes weren't in as bad of shape as I thought they were. Even the glaucoma test didn't bother me as much as I remembered, and my peepers are glaucoma-free. Must be all that glaucoma medicine I've been taking all these years...

I'm going for the record on how many times I can use the word 'glaucoma' in one post. Glaucoma!

I also avoided getting my eyes dilated, which I hate with the fire of a thousand suns. They had an eye-mapping machine as an alternative, which generated pictures of the inside of my eyeballs that looked like modern art when blown up (the pictures, not my eyes). Once we had a look at them, the doc took her time explaining everything to me, and of course, besides a case of being mildly near-sighted, my eyes are in good shape. And two of the chicks in the office complimented me on my long and luscious eyelashes. Seriously. I'm guessing the staff at a gynecology office would have to be more judicious with their compliments...

The only downer of the visit was that they didn't have my frames in the right size or color on hand, so they have to special order them first, and then send 'em off to the lab to get the lenses made and mated. So it's gonna be a few weeks. But I'll post pictures of my new, more sophisticated look as soon as they arrive.

Other than the eye doctor, I didn't do a damn thing yesterday, which is why I've been so busy this morning. After my morning coffee and breakfast, I attacked half of the bathroom (the gross half) -- not that it was filthy, it just needed a good scrubbin', kinda like Britney Spears after a long weekend bender. I also did a couple of loads of laundry (How do my bed sheets get dusty? Seriously, I think that speaks ill of my recent social life...), I cleaned and polished my laptop, made another CD, and picked up all the little pieces of scrap paper, cough drop wrappers, and bottle caps from around my bedroom.

But I guess it's cool. My days off were the definition of sloth, and now that I've got to go back to work tonight, I've spent my day being a productive person. There's something to be said for being lazy though...

Mikey