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the cruelest month
As I sit in front of a computer all day at work and as I sit in front of this computer typing this, I contemplate the idea that my vision may fail me sooner than later and I will be truly fucked. I love reading, looking at art, enjoying beautiful days, television, film, people's faces, smiling dogs. I think my life would be over if I ever lost my vision. I guess I think about this because my vision gets worse and worse every year. I'm only 31 now and by the time I'm 40, I could be legally blind. This does not make me happy.
On a happier note, I've bought herb plants to both look at and forage for food. I spent most of last week trying to put up a simple shelf to give them a front-row seat to the sun in my apartment. I only had to make two extra, unnecessary holes in the shitty drywall. Similarly, the heavy rain last night caused me to learn that there is a big leak in the roof over my bathroom. Formerly, this was the driest corner in the apartment.