mrmuller

Tonight, I feel like a little, what psychiatrists would call, inappropriate self-disclosure. I'm all out of friends. Have I ever told you that? It's true. Ah, but don't feel bad for me, I assure you I'm entirely used to it.

So with all that spare time, being without companions, you'd think I'd have plenty of time to study. Well it sure doesn't seem like it. Of course, while I do, my cat Samson figures he might as well jump in as well and help me. And I figured since everyone seems to like my cats, I'd share. Here's Samson helping me with my Biochemistry.



He's actually circling me right now, as though he were a scavenger waiting for me to die. He's been jumping up on the left side of the desk, going behind the monitor, then jumping off the right side of the desk, and going around behind my chair to start his menacing little cycle over again. He did that at least three times before I stopped him just now.

So on the subject of my contacts, I drove all the way out to the Sam's Club located in Ass Land, which is where my favorite doctor practices. He's my eye doctor, and I've followed him through at least three different locations over the years. I've gotten many-a-pair of WildEyes from him. Including the ones I used to use for my vampire costume on Halloween.



But getting to the point, I get there, and come to find out, he actually started working at the Sam's Club close to me as well. In case you haven't guessed by now, that's fantastic! He requires an eye-exam every year, so going for that will be super easy now. Oh, and on an unrelated note, he used to look like Einstein, now he looks like a pirate. It's ok. Yes I'm fine with that.

I'm sure you'd love to read more, but my hands are tied. There is no more. Feel free to look into that if you want, but I don't think I mischaracterized my life.