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i went into an opticians yesterday thinking about an eye test. the portly woman asked if i needed any help. i almost said yes but i shook my head, pretending to browse for sunglasses instead. i scarpered out the door before the second assistant guy could get me. i can't tell if i'm just really tired or i finally need glasses. it always seems time to get up/go to sleep and not the right time, either. the past two days have been particularly black. sometimes it's hard to focus, others i can see for miles with such clarity and then it hurts. i have great respect for spectacle wearers. the looking over the tops of frames and down on the rest of the world with dignified disdain thing is cute. snappy cases. those tiny silk cloths that are always filthy and don't actually wipe away smudges. i'd just rather not be one of you at this moment in time. far too many years of unprotected internet intercourse. i feel it could be inevitiable. he's gonna get me, isn't he?
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