These glasses have GOT to go. I was fine this morning until I put them on, and within minutes… WATEEEER AND BUUUUURN.

Yeah.

Screw you Sears Optical. I can barely see what I’m typing, and I’m resisting turning on Blastoise’s text magnify… though that’s because I’m about to leave right now anyway. Hopefully this is all legible.

First to Wells Fargo to NOMNOMNOM on my CD. Taking out $6000 plus the accumulated interest and going to freaking LensCrafter since they can do same-day even though they’re sure to gouge me, but at the same time the 10-day wait at Wal-Mart and Sears and others is BRUTAL if I have to go without any kind of glasses.

(No, don’t have my old pairs anymore… I drop them into the charity bins whenever I get a new pair.)

16/15 allowed minor errors. YOU LOSE THANK YOU COME AGAIN

Bonus prize: Voided Permit

….

Um, yeah. There goes any hope of being able to drive by the end of the year.
I don’t have to drop volunteer service, but… well, I won’t be able to do any Christmas shopping or any such stuff.

I want a power that will just… make Evil Stepfather and the Four Puppies of the Apocalypse just GO AWAY, I seriously can’t deal with this “you are lower than puppies” sentiment that’s going on here (mother’s promises to train me more are a crock, she is so wrapped up with puppy obsession that she was only able to train me once since the last attempt, and neither of my siblings want to come get me lest they trigger her Raging Drama Queen mode).

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