Tag: slovenliness

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Now that I’m wearing my glasses more often, I’m sticking them in my pockets more, which means that they are getting more and more smudged. It’s an irritating habit that I can’t really break myself of, and it means I’m wiping my lenses all the time it seems.

I remember how felt when I got the first “floaters” in my eyes: I was 34 and in New York, and it freaked me out. Now I have the same thing happening when I put my glasses on: flecks of something floating in my field of vision.

Except there is no medical explanation for schmutz. I’m just untidy.

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A view through the house. Stuffed with crap isn’t it? I took care of some overdue tasks today, but there’s so much more to do.

(insert screeching needle being pulled off a record sound)

You know what, this is the second time I started this post. I lost the first draft. But it’s just as well because it was just a whine about one of my usual whine topics. Neither one of us needs that really. I don’t need to keep writing it and you don’t need to read it.

Truth be told I’m running around like a demented gerbil, eating like a pig and operating with the attention span of a gnat. It’s not a good situationa all in all, but I don’t need to be mealy mouthed about it. Lots in my life is great: I’ve got a job, health and sex.

Off to try to pay some attention to the necessary.