for a few reasons (nicholas is working at bent again and needs the car, also, i just decided it would be better for me), i have stopped bussing to work (the two days a week when i do go far enough to merit a bus ride) and i am cycling. really. on mondays and wednesdays i get home at 8p, drenched in sweat and sticky. sticky sticky. the muscles in my legs are growing, literally. i am growing, too, i guess.
the other day i went to the optometrist, and either they forgot to inform me they'd be performing a procedure that would render me sightless for the next few hours, or it shouldn't have been that bad, or i just didn't remember that it would be happening, but i walked out of the building and immediately turned around and walked back in, calling my boss and boyfriend, leaving them both rambling messages about how i couldn't keep my eyes open, and even when i could, couldn't actually see anything. i walked a few blocks around downtown with my head down and my eyes squinted shut until i found a shady and empty enough sidewalk to sit down on, and i waited for nicholas to pick me up. while i waited i talked to my mother on the phone, on the sidewalk, with my glasses off, and my eyes nearly shut. i felt exactly like that scene in adventures in babysitting, where the friend tries to run away and gets her glasses stepped on or something at the bus station, and she's surrounded by what one can only assume as crazies, sleeping in the bus station in the middle of the night, and she just can't see a thing. i got hit on by an african american girl from san francisco who couldn't have been older than 20, came home, shut the curtains, left the lights off, put (non-prescription) sunglasses on, and "watched" a movie. i felt so out of sorts-- i couldn't read, or go on the internet, wash dishes, do laundry... i sat on the couch. in the dark!
*world have your say will be in portland next week!