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Saturday, November 10, 2007 

Doctor my eyes

So my dad came up today to buy me new glasses, which was wonderful of him (he's getting half reimbursed by the school). I've got new glasses for the first time in about 10 years, which means the headaches I get should stop, but is also truly bizarre just from a visual standpoint; I've been told it will take my eyes a week or two to stop overcompensating for my old, overly strong prescription. I really like the new glasses, and I hear they look good. It's hard for me to tell, after living with the same frames for a decade.

He also bought me new shoes and lunch (the lunch special at the Bombay Cafe; it rotates, but today it was butter chicken, potato and eggplant curry and some form of vegetable pakora curry, with rice and paratha and some sort of orange sugary dessert, all for $6.99), which was awesome. But I think I have a problem: I finally tried the hot curry at the Bombay and it wasn't hot enough. I think I've turned into some sort of spice junkie.

No, not like Dune.

Also, I bought my first bottle of scotch (nothing expensive, but one my dad pointed to as being both fairly good and cheap); I like having beer and gin in the house, but sometimes you don't feel like beer and don't have any mix/don't want a mixed drink. Then you need something you can just drink on its own. We'll have to see when that gets broken out.

The clown requires Scotch from you or he'll download more porn on your computer.

But not the good kind, right? You mean I'm going to wake up tomorrow and find my wallpaper is a still from some donkey porn

Good whiskey is good. It's pretty much all I drink nowadays - though yes, bouts of rage do ensue as a result. it's worth paying some extra so it doesn't burn your throat. Woodford Reserve is my choice at the moment.

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