Not for all the E in China

I am still without a right contact lens, thus making everything somewhat hazy, like I'm drunk without actually feeling intoxicated. Or like I'm in a dream. Which makes it seem like nothing really matters because it isn't real. This can't be constructive. A second follow up call to the optometrist is due next week. It's been a month since I ordered a new one.

Enrique Iglesias's "I Like It":

I like the jam.

I like the new Bieber-inspired 'do.

I like the continued absence of the eye mole.

Go on with ya llikealbe self, Ricky.

At one point you were a carefree child who said what you thought, before you became who you are today.

Metalocolyspe vs. Aqua Teen Hunger Force vs. My Little Pony

Zeke moved in a few days ago, and I've seen neither hide nor hair of him. Just his house slippers at the door and the emptied contents of the vacuum in the trash. Kind of nice living with someone who works nights.

Work has been hectic and a half now that the annual bonus program is in full effect, and I'm managing it on my own. I'd rather be in the thick of it, though, than in the months, weeks, moments leading up to the craziness. That precursor time is what really makes me nervous. Being in the eye of the storm at least means we're almost over the hill.

(That was way too many metaphors mixed up in one paragraph.)

If you're someone's first boyfriend or girlfriend, chances are you won't be the only boyfriend or girlfriend they ever have.

I miss playing Uno.