(I needed a new pair anyway. I wonder if there's any way I can go down to the little optometrist's shop on Merchant's Walk and just be like, "I was here five years ago. Pull up my records--NO, YOU DO SO HAVE MY RECORDS! YOU DO! YOU DO!--and just make me a new pair. No, I don't have time for you to poke me in the eye. I am NEARSIGHTED and my vision is twenty over SOMETHING and I have a slight ASTIGMATISM. Here's two hundred dollars, work your damn magic.")
(Dear Optometrist and Assistants: I would like to apologize in advance for any crazed grad students who may run in shrieking orders today. If you get a fruit basket tomorrow, it's from me.)
The sad thing is, I actually have pretty good vision--I think my prescription was something like 20/135. For years it was 20/75. So I can see--it's just a bitch because I'm used to seeing a hell of a lot better, and now I'm having to squint all over the place. You just know this is going to end in migraines and tears. Sigh.
ETA: Red Mountain Optometry says they think they still have my prescription, and they'll give it to me so I can go to Lenscrafters later tonight. Lenscrafters says they can do their thing in an hour. In the meantime, I'll be losing four or five hours of good reading-writing time (it will be transmuted into bad reading-writing time), but I won't have to sit in class blinking like a sun-blinded mole tomorrow, at the very least.
I am still so pissed off about the randomness and stupidness of the whole thing that I could cry.)