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[copied from dland]

No change yet on the hearing aid front, but my eyes are bothering me a lot today. Not my usual dry right eye that feels like it has sand in it, this is just two heavy, droopy eyelids today. Of course, today was the public debut of me in eyeshadow, so I'm sure there's a connection, but there was always that risk that putting makeup on my eyelids would cause a reaction. Maybe that's it and maybe not; maybe I'm just really tired, although I slept relatively well last night. So I don't know.

You know, I'm very into this makeup thing, which is of course a major lifestyle shift for me. I always wore makeup, but not effectively, apparently. I probably told you all this last spring when it happened, but I wore new makeup one day (not what I'm into now) and someone told me I looked great and I said "Oh, new makeup" and the Chum, one of my closest, closest pals, said "When did you start wearing makeup?" and I had to say that I always wear it, every day, for like, I don't know, 30 years, and she was astounded. As was I; why was I bothering when I must have still looked like shit?

(A word on that, take it or leave it, as you wish. I mentioned something to my sister recently about the goal of wearing makeup so that you look like you're not wearing any, and she said that's stupid; you don't have to look like you're not wearing any, because women without makeup on look like crap. The goal is just to look good.)

So here I'm doing this whole routine, and I'm telling you, not a single being (except my sister) has looked at me and said "Hey, you look good" or "I like your makeup" or any of those sort of things that women say to each other. I pointed out my eyeshadow to the Colleague this morning and she said she was just about to ask me why I looked like I had a black eye. Hmm. (Keep in mind that we have the kind of relationship where we can say to each other "Oh, what's wrong with your face today?" so that was not intended as rude and I didn't take it that way.)

That said, I also noticed around lunchtime that some of the makeup had drifted onto the collar of the mock turtleneck I was wearing, so I felt totally like trailer trash today. Must consider wardrobe more carefully tomorrow.

I selected my wardrobe today for easy access; after my first-period class I dashed across town to get blood drawn for the tests the new doctor ordered. The lab was very nice, in fact, and there's a Dunkin Donuts practically next door, so there's breakfast. (It was a fasting blood test, so no food or drink for 12 hours before.)

Once again, I was in the part of town I grew up in; I seem to be there often lately. I had to drop something else off at the lab after school (ahem), so I was back, and went into the CVS there, too, instead of the one in the center of town, close to wear I live. After another errand or two, I was back there again, picking up a quick dinner at McDonald's, and I took the route home down my old street. (It's the best way to avoid the traffic lights.) It still feels odd when I go past there. What must it be like to grow up and live in the same house you grew up in, to never leave that childhood place? I know several people who've done that, for one reason or another.

An excellent Heroes last night, but what was up with Studio 60? Vipers? They had real-life vipers on the show, and we saw them? (All right, I barely peeked through my fingers, but I think they were real.) Finally I had to close my eyes to keep the vipers out, and I fell asleep and missed the end. I'll try and catch it on the recording, but seriously. I think TV shows should be rated for snake content, not just sex and violence and bad language. I want to know how much serpent to expect so I know whether to watch or not. I'm still amazed that K didn't come running downstairs shouting "Don't look, don't look!" because all of my family members are devoted to protecting me from any possible view of the serpents. They're very good that way. Ah, she must have been asleep already.


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