Wasn't there some story making the rounds not long ago about how sitting in front of the monitor for long terms is actually detrimental to one's vision?
And comments like that, "mind too fine."
In this case you should really give me a little more credit.
Shortly after I started graduate school and resumed the copious caffeine consumption, obsessive internet procrastination, and never-ending journal reading routine, my eyesight also improved.
Poke it with a needle, indeed.
Speaking of copious cafeeine consumption, one day I'm gonna list all the stunts I pulled trying to make morning coffee in my caffeine-depraved, quasi-vegetative pre-morning-coffee state. Examples include pouring hot water into my coffee mug instead of the French press, pouring milk into the French press, etc.
After I switched back from grinding to pre-ground coffee a couple of days ago this morning I poured the ground coffee into the coffee grinder. Not out of the ordinary one might think, except that it was for my second cup this morning.
If this becomes persitent, someone put me on the feeding tube.
I would love to improve my eyesight significantly with your special 16-hours-a-day on the computer regimen. In fact, I should be well on my way!
Speaking of eyes, I just got a shard of fingernail in mine. It hurt. Thanks for listening.
Is it me, or are Abu's comments becoming more and more Jack Handy-esque?
I take them as cries of pain and desperation, but yes, only co-bloggerly etiquette kept me from asking what FL had done with the real gayatollah.
If this becomes persitent, someone put me on the feeding tube.
I believe congress just passed a resolution saying that we must keep you on intravenous caffeine as long as you remain in this vegetative state.
Some eye exercises may help your eyes, but it depends on what the problem is and what the exercise is.
Geez, could there ever be a more content-free comment than this one?
(Hey, I smell a contest coming on.)
Some comments talk about things, and some talk about things that talk about things, and some don't talk about anything.
Mallarmé
Had too much to say
He couldn't quite
Leave the paper white
There once was a man from Peru,
Whose limericks stopped at line two.
There once was a man from Verdun.
eb, I remember reading that page years ago! A million thanks for remembering it to me.
I guess it's true: no good link goes unrewarded.
(Had no one commented, I would have said, to myself: "A good link is it's own reward.")
I hope you wouldn't have put an apostrophe in possessive "its" when you said that to yourself.
Because w-lfs-n in the comments is bad enough, but w-lfs-n popping out of your own head really fucking hurts.
Don't eat any flies, that's my advice.
Whatever, to mine own self I punctuate however I want. Its my mind, after all.
World's shortest poem:
Fleas
Adam
had 'em