depravity and gravity have always got a grasp on me.

After calling out sick for the second day in a row, I decided to succumb to the eye doctor’s for an emergency visit.  I did not realize how imperative it indeed was, because I therein learned that I have a corneal ulcer.  For anyone not familiar with such a term, it’s the equivalent of a wad of sandpaper shoved under your eyelid.  My doctor pawned off some “aggressive antibiotics” on me and said he’d see me tomorrow.

Luckily, I can still nanny for the world’s most adorable child for most of the day tomorrow (my current livelihood) and make up for some missed hours later this week.  As for now, I am sequestered in my house once more with little to do.  Time to let the creative juices flow, methinks.

As for this weekend, a whole lot of this will be going on:

And perhaps today’s down time isn’t such a bad thing, as in the last two weeks, I have: stomped along to  Tilly and the Wall & the Ruby Suns in the Lower East Side, been caught reading Vonnegut in the VIP section at Opera in Manhattan after seeing Eighty East (and no, it does not automatically mean you are cool if you are sitting in the VIP section.  I just happened to know the band.  Isn’t my dorkiness apparent by the subsequent book-reading at a bar?), cheered the Padres at a Mets game in Queens (free tickets = favoring whoever is playing the Shea Shitsters), attended the Tom Prom in Union Square, wandered through strange parts of the East Village and Alphabet City at 5am, and thrifted in Brooklyn (Beacon’s Closet is a way of life).  Suburban New Jersey is actually starting to sound quite relaxing.