a 6 hour day

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Date: 26 June 2004 05:49:00

Today I have to wear the contacts for 6 hours. I was a bit concerned this morning when trying to put them in... which hand goes where? And what do I do for the left eye?! But we got there in the end (not an hour Jack - closer to 7 minutes).

After that I needed to go somewhere and prove that I could see stuff. So I went to the supermarket with my brother and bought yoghurt and M&Ms (assuring myself that yoghurt and M&Ms is surely better for me than ice cream and M&Ms) and read street signs, number plates and assorted other readable items.

I am looking at the chaos around me and thinking that maybe some cleaning up is in order. The portable pile of stuff (the one that moves between my chair and my bed) has reformed. Well, not in the sense of reformed which implies it has seen the error of its ways and changed its life. But it was dispersed for a while. And now it is back. And my desk. I had a dream this morning that there were 50 empty glasses on my desk. No matter how many I carried out the kitchen, there were always 50 there when I got back. Not too far from the truth. Although there weren't any sultana boxes or Viagra Action men (now that has got your attention!) on my desk in the dream.