Taking advantage of my first day not feeling like crap as well as my work's flex plan, I took a walk to the "Eye Shoppe" and finally updated my eyeglasses from circa 2001 with a sick new pair. Think Matt Damon in "Talented Mr. Ripley" (minus those cornea burning green swimtrucks). I'm back baby, I'm back!
Although the experience was ruined by the shop's proprietor making me run through the racist "where are you from" questions and completely ignorant exposition on the Japanese and Korean (same diff, you know), and Alaskans. Walking home, I wished I had changed my mind on the purchase inside the shop.