I’ll be away for a couple of days. Someone stole my glasses and now I can see fuck all. I’ll go to the optician in the morning, finding my way, if necessary, with bat-like ultra-sonic squeaking.
I was trying to make a joke based on the idea of making a spectacle of oneself, but I abandoned it in a fit of self-loathing. Reading gives you a headache with the words all blurry. Can’t decide whether to go out to some low bar and try to score a couple of heifers, or stay in and make prank phone calls. Anything than TV. No one, on his death bed, ever said, "I wish I'd watched more television."
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