cellophane

“Hello. it occurred to me that since I'm really not supposed to be looking at things all that much, maybe I shouldn't actually type out a live journal post. Also, you know, I don't talk very often so maybe I'll do that too. And lets all like you know, have a little tea chat or something, i don't know. But I'd like to make a request, because you people are writing too many interesting things and I'm falling gradually more and more behind. And I keep getting lured into the computer room because I want to see what you wrote. So, um, cease and decist. no more interesting posts until, oh probably Sunday or Monday I think I'll be safe to read them. Um, you, you don't mind, right? You you can be uninteresting for a couple of days. It would help me out, it would be sweet. Ok, so, I had Lasik. it was cool, it was fun. It was scary as hell. It was actually kind of freaky cause I was sitting in the waiting room and I;d just filled out all these forms and my sister drove me.

So she and I were just sitting in the couch kind of waiting to be called in, and there was a guy across from us all by himself. Which meant that his lasik patient, because everyone is couples, patients and drivers... And his patient was in there getting evaluated. And then she came out without her sunglasses, which is a bad sign.

[Did the lady lasik patient ever get surgery? How much had Rennie's eyes changed? Was she able to go through with it? Stay tuned, fellow listeners! Listen to yoursel to the last 3/4 of the phone post! The first 1/4 has been transcribed for you.]”

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