I feel like somebody who's tired

I've come to the conclusion that vision insurance, even if we're lucky to have it, sucks. They'll only spot anything for new glasses every two years and won't pay quite 200 dollars total, and glasses sure as hell aren't that cheap. All I could afford to get today were new lenses for my old frames, and insurance wouldn't even quite cover the low-end ones. One day when I've got a job again I'm going to have two pairs that I can wear. The whole trip wasn't much fun. All I did was drive to my bank in Mack, head to Lenscrafters in Salem for glasses (and wandered around Lancaster Mall while waiting), get a couple of books at Borders, and swing through the MacDonald's drive through for a drink before going home. The entire thing, from start to finish, took five hours. The Red Bull did not give me wings. On the bright side, I can see now! Yay! 

They asked me if I wanted to keep the old scrached-up lenses. I'd like to know what they thought I'd do with them.

I spent the rest of the afternoon helping Sam put up insulation for the upstairs room we're fixing up in the shop. Fortunately, the drywall will hide my crappy staple-gun skills. I didn't wear glasses at all for this because, first of all, I was afraid the brand-new ungodly-expensive lenses would be scratched by the fiberglass (which is itchy), and also because they would have fogged up when I breathed out from my respirator mask and I'd probably staple my thumb instead of the insulation paper. I can see well enough without them to do anything up close that doesn't require precision eyesight (like reading). Sam thinks we could turn that place into a nice habitable room in a few days' time. If I was staying longer, I'd claim it as a writing room or something.

Only one episode of House today! Oh the humanity!