AAAHHHH

BALLS! FUCK! BALLFUCK! (not literally, much to my dismay)

i am having a morose, questionably unfortunate day. from now back to morning looks like:

-the meringue cookies i made turned out poorly. scorched, even.
-jumping around the kitchen cussing up a storm
-BURNT self on top element while placing meringue cookies back in the oven
-not making meringue properly
-not making cookie part wrong
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interval of mediocrity
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-still can't see
-go outside wearing welding goggles as a ghetto-rigged solution to light sensitivity
-wake up, get fixed up to go downtown again
-schlep home and sleep
-can't afford glasses anyway
-decide not to get them because sometimes eye damage isn't permanent
-contemplate buying the glasses i was prescribed
-have ten dollars to my name, although i am thankful to bc medical for paying 46 out of the eighty-sort-of dollars
-pay optometrist
-contemplate potential denial of poor sight
-realize that i can't see as well as i thought i could
-rush downtown in disheveled state
-check messages, turns out that i have an appointment at 10:15
-remember that i am on the cancellation list at optometrist
-wake up at 9:00

normally i don't complain like this, but i thought that today was exceptionally dull and sporadically interspersed with particularly shitty happenings.

oh well.