It's not even sunny.

I have things to say to so many people. I'm going to ignore most of them here, and say instead, ptpatricia, IM or call, willya?

The Thing That I Had To Share With The Internet instead is this:

And to note, for people not in New York, it's not even sunny. But I put on my new prescription sunglasses and took them into Union Square to get the lens tint lightened. Them being too dark.

I realized, too late, I had forgotten my regular glasses, and had to navigate my way home on the subway all fuzzy and blind. Fuzzy and blind! I did that thing where I squinted to change the shape of my corneas, but I think that's a myth. Anyway, I don't recommend it. Fortunately I have my real glasses (here, on my head) to wear on my next trip into town to pick up the sunglasses.

I sent packages (runpunkrun, prillalar) and bought bandaids (runpunkrun). Robert Picardo on TV just said, "get me a cotton swab. A long one." Oooh.

I need to, something. I need to make book marketing calls is what. I'm going downstairs to use the normal phone, as my phone seems to be missing and also gets HOT when I make too many calls.

That's not nearly as raunchy as it sounds,
Sab