- I prescribed some contact lenses. Well, seeing that my favorite pair of glasses broke right on the bridge I thought it was time. I also prescribed some glasses to back up my contact lenses usage. This is going to make my shred much more enjoyable I believe, as I can n try spinning my body and work on much more intensive moves without worrying that my glasses will fall off.
- Went for a check-up at my doctor. It seems that I'm in pretty fit condition, and I lost about 13 pounds (whoo!). Go footbag. He prescribed me with some Claritin-D and Astelin for my nasal congestion and cough. They seem to be working out as well. I was also prescribed some cream as well... Just a note, it seems I have to abstain from any "physical relationships" for at least 6-8 weeks. I'll be getting my blood and urine test results in two weeks, with further info on how to fully treat my body's condition.

- Neo Smasher! Then it rained. Hitting that move felt good. I hit it pretty clean too! I like Neo alot, but I don't know if it'll be a good move to use mid-string. I need to work on my pixies more often.
"You can do this Waylon. Don't pussy out!" I thought. I bit my lower lip as I looked down into the lifeless sink, brimming with the glow of the afternoon sun from the nearby window. "Take it to the next level!"
"I know..." as I mumbled to myself. Quite frankly, this was somewhat the scariest thing I had to do in my life. What if something irreversible happened to me? What will I do? The risk just felt too high for my liking, but I had to do it. It was the only way, and if I didn't do it now, I would only regret not doing it at all.
I twisted the cap off. Slowly. Anxiously. I patiently awaited the monster that I had to deal with in the next few minutes. The action of just turning the cap felt like I was enclosed in an infinite space, where only the sound of my nearby clock ticking down the seconds was the only thing to transcend through my thoughts. Finally, the cap was off, and I looked inside to find the beast I had to conquer.
Contact lenses.
Covered in ReNu formula, I added some more of that liquid wonder into the palm of my hand, and transferred the small lense into the small pool. At first touch, it was a small and flexible piece of plastic that seemed like nothing at all. In fact, the first thought in my mind as I was cleaning it was that it can be used for good bag filler (what a kicker!). Joking aside, though, I gently placed the lense into my finger tip, and began with my left eye.
At first, I had some trouble actually placing it in my eye because of my eyelashes. However, with the advice from my eye doctor (or whatever you call them, I'm too lazy to look up the proper title) like a Jedi Master, I final succeeded in placing it into the left eye. In my opinion, it was lucky try. The true obstacle was with my right eye. I just couldn't get the lense into my eye. Countless begging and yelling at my failed attempts only came to fruitless results. My agitation left me broken and sloppy, dropping the lense into unforeseen horrors of the bathroom. The many washes that lense went through grew in too many for me to count.
Suddenly, my grandmama yelled out, "Lunchtime!" at a time like this. Uneasy and slightly stressed, I retorted "Bitch, this isn't the time! I'm battling against my life here against a contact lens here!!!" Not understanding my premise, she roared that I should do it later and eat up first. "You only say that because you just want me to suffer! I hate you!!!"
SLAM! came from a nearby door. Some stomping and loud mumbling drew away from the battlefield.
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With some time for me to catch my breath, I began to work on my right eye with the contact lens again. Yes, such an opponent to go up against me for so long is worthy for me to note (hence this blog post), but like many great warriors I must give my all to obliterate my opposition. The last I checked my clock, an hour had gone by. I was near exhaustion and even questioned my own volition to confront this menace. Why was I doing this? Why hasn't the lens attach it's stupid self into my right retna? Why can't Clinton save Lieberman? I don't know! I just don't know!
... Until finally, my painstaking battle turned into success. Bittersweet success. My just desserts seemed like someone spit on it when my right eye flared up into the most intense pain. I slumped into the sink only to give out soundless cries of warrant torture. In fact, the sight of myself and my anguish was truly like I turned into the beast itself that afternoon. However, in reality, I just placed the contact lens on the wrong side in my eye. Ouch.
It took some time for me to take it out, flip, and put it back in, but I think it went alright. Some moviestar crying ensued a la eyedrops, and with 1:45 on the dial everything worked well. The battle against this monstrous demon will be forever remembered. Or not.
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In other news, I'm going to update my passport info in the next coming days, and I'm near to finishing the 3 6-panels that Josh Raye asked for. I'm going to buy some sead beads off of him as well so that I can try them out. The next order of business will be with Pengpeng, and I'll be shipping money to her for some patching tape. Oh, and I got Sick'03, finally. Go footbag!
