Well, my mom got my new glasses. The problem is that the optometrist isn't going to be open on a weekend for quite a while. Like next month quite a while. So how it's going to work is that Mom is going to mail me the things in the morning. So I should get them by the end of the week. If I'm lucky (assuming my luck doesn't hold, since it's generally pretty bad), the glasses will fit and Bob will be my Uncle, as the Brits probably wouldn't say. If, however, I prove to be as lucky in eyesight as I am in love, which all evidence points to, I will have to find some eyeglasses place around here that's willing to fit them to me without charging me most of my next paycheck. I guess we'll see.

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