I hate this day. It's stupid.

So it was probably unwise of me to be up as late as I was, but even given that, I wasn't expected to be awakened about an hour after I managed to get to sleep (fuck insomnia) with teinedreugan exclaiming that he could not find his glasses.

I got *my* glasses and helped him look.

We failed to find them. Eventually he told me to go back to sleep. I told him to ask the domovoi kind of blearily and crawled back into bed, only to be awakened several times after that with him wandering in and poking around and muttering and swearing about absence of glasses. Until about eleven, when he said he had an eye doctor appointment that he'd need me to drive him to.

At which point I said something like, "Then go away and let me fucking sleep so I can."

I hate driving.

We went to the mall, wandered around for a bit, and found the glasses place. I left him to be measured, and went looking for shoes, because mine are falling apart.

There are no. Plain. Black. Flats. In the Burlington Mall. I went to about a dozen different fucking shoe stores, and there were the ones that were all heels and boots (but not tall boots), a couple of sporting or hiking shoe places, etc. I found something in Sears that pretty much duplicates what I have, so I have that as a fallback, but I don't actually like my current mostly-plain black flats much (I prefer pointed toes to square, but square is better than round with decorative twists), and something in Macy's for Ridiculous with shiny leather which was at least mostly appropriate. So one designer-fancy bit of nonsense with patent leather or something, and one ... duplication of what I have. And every other fucking pair of black flats had BOWS ON THE TOES.

(As oneironaut said when I expressed this, "Eww. Those are for girls." I tended to put it, "I'm nearly thirty, I do not need bows on my freaking toes.")

Other things feed into my more private neuroticisms and I don't feel like recounting them.

I found teinedreugan doing frame selection stuff at the eye store and had a nice rant about this, to the amusement of the optician, who asked if we'd seen Boston in concert (as I was wearing my Corporate America shirt), and commented on the death of Brad Delp. (Though he said, "That guy who killed himself" rather than recalling the name.)

I demanded ice cream to console me for my pains, so while we were waiting for the glasses we went to Haagen Daazs or however you spell that and I had ice cream. I felt like tantruming on the way, and jumped up and down a little, at which point teinedreugan said "You're nearly thirty", and I said, "With bows on my freaking toes I can tantrum if I want to." (And the guy who gave me the ice cream said, "Shame about Brad Delp.")

So we went to the bookstore to kill the rest of the time, and I found nothing I wanted to get right then, though something that was interesting to look into, and something that I can take off my wishlist because it's clearly useless.

Upon return to the mall, we determined that there was no parking near the optometrist (unlike the far side, where there was space for anxious-driver me to pull through). Though as we were bitching about this, someone miraculously pulled out, I got the spot, and got completely brainsnarled about straightening the car. (I was already witwandering from sleeplessness a bit, which tends to make me distractible, without having to work out parking geometries.)

teinedreugan drove home.