Tuesday, July 26, 2005
The Father mailed my updated health insurance card, which means I may go doctor hunting. I wondered what a doctor might taste like. The cheaper ones probably cook faster, but drier. I need an eyeball doctor and an earball doctor. Some people might suggest I need a head doctor, but he would be dessert.
A new buddy of mine in Deutsch class wears spiffy, 1950s-style glasses. She recommended the store highly. I loathe glasses, but as I am gradually becoming blind, I suppose investing in a pair would behoove me.
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 6:57 AM]