I hope to improve my living situation today - by cleaning my room. Yes, I know that is a radical concept, but I am stepping on things and misplacing things without being able to find them. It is odd to note that my sense of spatial relationships (which has always been good and unusually effective for me) seems to have vanished with the detail of my sight. I used to pile things up and just psychically lay my hand upon whatever I needed. It no longer works. I have always thougth of myself as an "office archeologist" where organization was concerned. I just go to the pile on my desk and when I need something - say from January - I just dig down to the January layer and there it is. The digs have become more difficult. I must consider becoming (oh the pain, can I bring myself to say it?) shudder neat.
SoulCatcher is stranded in Barstow. I think I'll give up on trying to write down his exploits until tomorrow and work on Liturae instead. The fates just don't want to let me catch SC up to the current date. SC! I laugh every time I type that. This talker software reads it as South Carolina every time and I don't know how to teach it to do it differently. Must go soon. I've got to prepare something for dinner, probably the lasagna my sister left for the family over the weekend. That requires no more than some microwaving. I really crave a pizza, though. Maybe I'll order one. Maybe not. I can't make up my mind.
Just musing, but that has been an increasing problem lately. I can't concentrate, can't make a simple decision. something is wrong besides my eyes, besides my stomach, besides my diabetes. I'm losing a lot of ground and have no idea just what it is I'm retreating from. Blah.
What the Hell was all the shouting about? As near as I can tell from a single episode this is an evening soap opera. I got to see guys kiss each other repeatedly. At one point one of the young guys showed us his heinie. Oooo. I had expected to see something much more dangerous to the fabric of human existence. This is what all the news articles, television interviews and just plain media ranting was about? I must try to get hold of B. or G. to ask them their opinion of this show.
I expected to be titillated, offended, enphobed or something. What a big nothing. I can't say I'll add this to my "must see" list.
Off to beddy bye soon. I have accomplished approximately one long paragraph of writing. Not a stellar accomplishment on a day when I have basically done nothing else. Maybe the night will offer up some inspirational dreams.
my vision is different today. I am seeing less streaking and blurring but the font I require is larger still. I can't seem to focus normally. Windows-eyes, the talker I'm using to read my screen, is a big help, but it is slow. I don't know if I can get used to "reading" this way. I am experiencing an odd phenomenon. I can listen to an entire paragraph and not know what was said. I am so accustomed to acquiring my information through my eyes that when it comes in the ears it doesn't sink in.