My eyes have finally recovered sufficiently from this afternoon’s dilation so that I can look at a monitor without pain. For whatever reason, the dilating drops don’t work as quickly as they should for me, so I always end up getting double- or triple-dosed. An hour later, I’m so goddamn dilated I’m ready to give birth.

As you probably guessed, today was my biannual eye exam, which my doctor says I need so she can bill me twice as often make sure I’m not going blind. I have a couple of risk factors for glaucoma, though fortunately I’m fine so far. Prescription’s been holding steady for the past three years (instead of numbers, my prescription slip just says “bad” and “even worse”) and intra-ocular pressure was actually lower today than at my last checkup.

So I am happy that I had a good checkup, and I am relieved that I am not (yet) going (completely) blind, because that would interfere with my two main hobbies: shooting and internet pr0n blogging. Hmm, I wonder if there’s Braille pornography. Google says yes.

Had lunch with my mother and grandmother before the eye exam, which produced this exchange:

Mom: What’s the matter with you? You’re out in public and you have holes in your jeans!
TD: I know. People wear them that way.
Mom: But there’s a hole in the CROTCH!
TD: That’s why I’m wearing underwear today.
Mom: [horrified look, audible gasp]

The elderly can be so endearing.