Brevity (and Pink Brain Chiggers) are My Enemies

It's true. I find that being brief leads to twitching and an uncontrollable desire for eating mass quantities of cherries while watching Dr. Phil's mustache. And I don't even like cherries.

Anyway. As much as I dislike brevity, I will probably be indulging in a bit of it for the time being, what with me spending all my time procrastinating about all the writing I'm probably not going to get done. So.

I bought some glasses frames the other day while on an outing with The Girl. It was quite a sight - she was a vision of loveliness, while I stumbled around in my tattered trenchcoat in the 80 degree heat and swatted at the pink brain chiggers that were diving at my head. I paid for them a bag of slightly moldy buns and a handful of sweat corroded change, and left them with an assurance that I'd get my current prescription to them as soon as possible. Unfortunately, I'd forgotten that I haven't had an eye exam since 2002, which means that I need to get another one. I'll have to do that soon, coz MAN, my glass eye is gonna look HOT under those Gucci frames.