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On my cycloptic solution and addiction to sexy vamps

When I recently got my new contacts, I struggled constantly and mightily with a feeling that something wasn't working quite right, kind of like I was over correcting a problem with the contact choices my doc and I had made.

Said overcorrection resulted in constantly seeking the clear distance for documents, my laptop, and even people with whom I was chatting. Really got old fast.

My eye doc, upon issuing eye Rx, said my brain would adjust. Well it did, kinda, but didn't like the result.

Which made me not want to wear my contacts at.all.

Which was not helping my quality of life, or my sense of well being.

I was pissed, frustrated, and mostly sad that something was amiss.

But then we had a dinner party. And one of our friends, upon hearing the story of the Ginormous Eyeglass and Contact Lens Acquisition of 2010 laughed and told us the story of how she used to wear just one contact lens. And that it worked perfectly.

I thought about this for a few days, then decided to give it a shot. The whole monovision idea is sound, but our specific approach wasn't working so well yet.

After nearly three weeks of wearing just one contact, and seeing very clearly now, I'm happy.

It's the little things, right?

Oh, and the whole True Blood thing? I am so hooked. So hooked. Bill and Sookie and Eric and Jessica and Talbot and oh my goodness.

So much badness. So much darkness and mischief and sexy and politics and strange dark humor and...

Hi, my name is Stevie, and I'm an addict.

Oh yeaaaah.

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