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Intermittent blogging will continue most likely after I’ve moved into my new condo at the end of the month.

It’s above a Tim Hortons, i.e., my dream has come true. All the timbits I want, all the time! Or whatever hours they’re open.

In the meantime I’ve been suffering from a cold that turned into a sinus infection. I’m now on antibiotics for it, even. So much for thinking my immune system was functional.

Oh, and for anyone I know through “the industry”, I’m not making it to mysqlconf this year, if only because I didn’t ask to go. Though it’s too bad, I already had an idea for the follow-up to my Ignite talk from last year.

Even virtually, the cat gets more action than me

Oh look, she’s on ICanHasCheezburger. Not bad for a photo from 2005.

It’s probably for the best that she doesn’t care, I can’t give her the luxurious lifestyle expected of a celebrity.

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I don’t want anybody else/When I think about you I touch myself

Possibly the strangest song your dentist could be singing along to while he’s giving you fillings.

Also possibly the most disturbing if I didn’t think it was hilarious. Rather unfair I couldn’t laugh at the time, though.

Why does nobody mention the burning smell?

A friend said to me a few months ago that after I get laser eye surgery, it’ll quickly feel normal and I’ll soon forget what it was like to not be able to see without glasses.

He was right, and it’s kind of unfortunate. I’ve already moved on from the whole ordeal, except for the strict eye drop schedule. And this is not even two weeks since I was stressing out because I was healing slower than expected. I don’t know, I was sort of expecting a long period of cheerfulness once I could see clearly, but it may have only lasted a few minutes.

Don’t get me wrong, it is awesome. Getting up no longer involves having to feel around on the bedroom floor for where my cat knocked my glasses off the bedside table sometime in the night. My lenses don’t fog up when I enter buildings from the cold outside. But it hasn’t directly produced any fun, and where are all those hot guys I was supposed to be attracting now?

As for my sight itself, I am not yet 20/20 (and may never get there), but my eye doctor said I could drive without glasses. And that’s what I’ll tell the officer when he pulls me over for driving a stolen vehicle without a license.

The only downside to the PRK so far is really more my insomnia’s fault, and it has to do with the fact that I can’t hide the under-eye circles (well, with makeup, sure, but I still have to acknowledge them). When I wake up in the morning I can see myself clearly, and that’s just cruel. Glasses mean never having to say you’re tired.

This blog post title was one of the questions in my mind while recovering from the PRK. Nobody talked to me about the inevitable scent of burning cornea, not my close friends who’d had it done, nor the laser eye centre itself. The smell is rather unpleasant, especially since you know it’s yours. It goes away pretty soon, but still, why the secrecy about it? It’s not like it’s a huge surprise, what with there being lasers pointed at you. I dunno, maybe a bit of warning would’ve been nice.

Facebook satisfies me better than you do

I’m talking to the blog of course. I don’t write on here anymore because there’s Twitter and Facebook. So succinct, on top of it. Who has time to write entire paragraphs?

I’m getting laser eye surgery tomorrow!!! I’ve been busy preparing, and by preparing I mean freaking the hell out about it. I’ve been having trouble sleeping, and if it wasn’t obvious the Sleep Cycle app would tell me in pretty little graphs. It’s a useful app, if you want empirical data showing how much you fail at zzz’s.

Last night not one but two people at the dinner table offered me Ativan to help me chill out. But I Said No To Drugs, because Mom brought me up right, plus I had some Zopiclone already. I try not to pump myself too full of pharmaceuticals; the laser eye surgery place already had me pick up some Flax Seed Oil and Omega 3 and Vitamin C “to promote healing”. Strangely they didn’t say anything about Timbits, which just shows what they know.

Though speaking of supplements, I’ve been taking Vitamin B12 and I think it’s the cure-all of pretty much everything I’ve been suffering from, except of course from nearsightedness or lack of sex. I usually get sick two or three times over the course of the winter, but this year I’ve only had the odd 24-hour thing where I feel normal again the next day. And the working from home schtick isn’t the reason, I got sick lots 2 years ago when I was contracting, and I’m taking transit and making out with people lots more now (just not sealing the deal, tragically). I took B12 pills on the odd chance they’d help with chronic canker sores (omg they so do), but there seems to be a bonus of my actually having a functioning immune system for once. Of course now that I’ve said this I’m totally gonna get sick in the next couple days, Dad’ll probably sneeze on me when handing me dinner (when I spend the first few days of recovery at his house).

I’ve managed to convince friends on Facebook to refer to this laser eye surgery as “Pew Pew!” (the sound of laser guns in scifi movies, it totally ruins the effect if I have to explain it but sometimes I’ve had to). I think a few people are going to be disappointed that I didn’t get lasers implanted in my eyes, which I admit would be cool but I already have other mutant powers you don’t know about.

I’m hoping the PRK I’m getting tomorrow will be more like this:

And not so much this. No, I want the sexy lasers.

Merry Christmas and all that

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In case I forget, just like I forgot where my passport was yesterday and missed my original flight to Mom’s house. Now I get to cross that one off my list of 50 Stupid Things To Do Before I Die.

I’m in Enderby, BC now, and there is Granville Island Lions Winter Ale in the fridge. Merry Christmas!

Happy Birthday To Me

My birthday gift to myself this year is laser eye surgery (next month). Last year I gave myself a big TV, so obviously the next step is to be able to see it better.

I’m also going to see Tron: Legacy tonight at midnight. Some of you may remember I’ve been excited about this for a while now. I’ve been told that the new movie isn’t that great, but I wonder what people were expecting, Shakespeare? I just want it to look cool, and the trailers so far look really cool:

My evening plans also involve alcohol and a Christmas train. I expect to be very tired and sore tomorrow.