I’ve got wild, staring eyes. I’ve got a strong urge to fly.

Gramma called. Wants her cataracts back. I had to get my eyes dilated today after work, so I had the absolutely valid excuse that I COULD NOT SEE ANYTHING and could not proofread, therefore all I had to do was run on treadmill and go to the dog park. Sometimes the universe just steps in. … Continue reading I’ve got wild, staring eyes. I’ve got a strong urge to fly.