My Imaginary Carapace

  Well, it's been awhile, and the Fall semester of college has ended. Whee [unenthusiastic].

  So, I just got back from a low-vision specialist slash consultant or what have you (for my little problem), and I will have a new toy coming soon. Also, by "toy," I sort of mean "an optic aid necessary for compensating the lack of rudimentary functions of my eyes." Same thing, though, really . . . (It'll be the 6x magnification version, in case you're curious or are just a freak for details, you dirty freak.)

  I'll be like a modern-day pirate, except without plundering, a ship, a crew, a parrot, a missing leg or eye (and without the obligatory eye-patch), the striped clothing plus bandana and slash or the plumed hat, or . . . Piracy. Just call me Captain . . . Brownbeard the . . . Visually Impaired Marauder of the . . . Seven . . . What the fuck is wrong with me? I am so lame. And, also, tired.

 So, enough of this.

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