I've come to the realization that I need 12 hours of sleep every night. I woke up the morning before dawn and felt tired for the rest of the day. I think my psychiatric medications may have a part to play in this. They are notorious for making you drowsy.
Mom agreed to buy me a new pair of glasses. Well... she has been shopping around for prices. She came by this morning to tell me she's once again changed my appointment to another optometrist. Mom will do what I would never do because of my social anxieties. She will walk in a strange store and office and ask them a thousand questions about the services they offer and their prices. I just want to look stylish -- my current glasses look like a fashion disaster out of eighties.