... and achy sort of pain between my eyes. i know it's not because i'm hungry, since i just ate. i don't think i'm *that* tired, considering that i napped so hard on the BART that i didn't notice that the tall black man sitting next to me had somehow turned into a small asian lady between embarcadero and bay view. maybe it's one of my stress headaches. or maybe it's because i need a new prescription for my glasses. i can't see the board anymore when the professors write on it.
well, actually, i haven't been *able* to see the board at all since school started unless i sort of scrunch up my eyes, lean forward, and smash my glasses into my face.
i need to go to the post office tomorrow.
this is not related to anything i said earlier.
well, actually, i haven't been *able* to see the board at all since school started unless i sort of scrunch up my eyes, lean forward, and smash my glasses into my face.
i need to go to the post office tomorrow.
this is not related to anything i said earlier.