Not sure how my twisted little brain pulled that out of the depths. Must be what I get for eating cheesy poofs at 10am. Rots your brain and junk.
But I did go to band camp, once. I was in the flag corps. My boyfriend played clarinet. That right there should tell you something. Anyway, it was hot and miserable and I hated every minute of it. The only thing good about being in the flag corps was that I earned PE credit. Of course that came back to bite me in the ass when I was a senior and trying to graduate a semester early. Nothing like PE your senior year of high school.
I did graduate from high school early. I wanted to get married. I was in lurve. I graduated in December, started working full time, and got married in March – 6 days after I turned 18. Huge mistake. I thought I knew everything when in reality it was my mother who knew everything and I knew nothing. But I didn’t listen. I was 18 and bullet proof. Boy did I learn.
I have no idea where this is going kids.
My brain feels odd. There’s stuff I should be doing, and I’ve been doing some of it. There’s stuff I *really* should be doing that I’m avoiding. T is here getting setup for his class – has been all fucking morning. It’s totally cramping my style. I feel like I really shouldn’t go out and smoke and like I can’t have the radio turned on and like I really shouldn’t be inhaling a large bag of cheesy poofs.
But I have my magic light on and a special sweater and a big ol’ glass of tea so really I should be fine shortly. Or not. Who knows. More importantly, no one cares. It’s all good.
I think I’m just really nervous about the eye stuff this afternoon. I just can’t even wrap my brain around the possibility of losing my sight. What the fuck would I do if I couldn’t see? I realize that glaucoma is treatable and that IF this is what it is they’ve caught it pretty early. Still, to be blind? When everything I do relies on having good eye sight? No, broken brain is completely incapable of getting around that notion. It just can’t happen. It must not happen. I say again, IT CANNOT HAPPEN.
Quick, someone needs to slip a horse tranquilizer in my cheesy poofs…