I'm "Looking" Better All The Time

Last night it occurred to me that I should do something with what little free time I have remaining, so I e-mailed Scott to see if he wanted to have lunch today.
As Stacy had given him a ride to work, I had to pick him up, which meant actually having to talk to the security person at the gate in order to get in to the parking lot, as I no longer have badge access. I wasn’t on the visitor list, so she had to call Scott to confirm that I wasn’t a security risk.
Once I’d picked him up we headed for a Chinese buffet place, where I remarked that the “easy listening” music that was playing sounded like something straight out of a soft-core porn. I could totally picture Nicole Sheridan and Evan Stone getting it on with that music playing in the background, as it sounded more specifically like something that would be in one of the “Bikini” family of soft-core porn movies, which Sheridan and Stone have often appeared in (it could just as easily have played during a girl-girl scene featuring, say, Kennedy Johnston and Beverly Lynne).
The food was good, and it wasn’t to pricey. I may have to go there again sometime, as the Chinese buffet place here in Leesburg is only so-so.
I’ve got an eye appointment in a bit. I’d thought it was yesterday, but they called me yesterday afternoon to confirm that I was on for today. I’d scheduled it at 5:30 because when I was last there a bit over two weeks ago I thought that I’d still be working at the job that I didn’t want.
My eyes have been doing pretty good, I think – though I guess we’ll find out if that’s true after my appointment – and in particular they’ve been holding their new shape fairly well even on the morning after my night of not wearing them.
I’m not sure why, but I feel as though other people should notice the improvement somehow. I’m not sure how they would notice, though. I mean, I started wearing contacts in 2003, so people are used to seeing me without glasses already.
I guess it’s just that because I feel different I should somehow look different. The notion brings to mind a bad joke my dad would always make whenever someone got new glasses. He’d say, “You ‘look’ better.”
It was always good for a groan.