Low quality tears. I feel I could make a joke about that. Don't worry, it's ok to make me cry, they aren't high quality. Really though, wearing glasses sucks. Everything is framed and I am kept seperate from life. I feel like I'm viewing everything through a window and I tend to space out more because of it.
Maybe it's because I'm so tired. I haven't had a night to relax at home in .... um ... a long time. That was the plan tonight, but my sister wants to hang out. And she's so busy and tired and dramatic all the time so I don't get to actually see her a lot. I'm still deciding.
I pulled my quad again. There wasn't very much time to warm up, so I just threw a ball around... Completely forgetting that my arm is usually fine (it's not like a first baseman throws the ball a lot) and that it's my legs that are usually effed up. Ah well. Plenty of time to heal when I'm sugeratized.