Goodness.
Dear faithful readers: I am truly sorry for allowing my extreme shallow enjoyment of a game like basketball to get in the way of my normal blogging patterns. Don't be fooled, I DO realize it's just a game, thank you. But it's a nice diversion from the stressful reality of two new jobs, recurring migraines, having to finish a class left "incomplete" from last year, impaired eyesight, and family issues, as I'm sure most of you can appreciate to some degree or another.
Anyway...
Apparently I've been devoting too much effort to expressing my Pistons-inspired enthusiasm. Now, at the request of a couple of dear friends, I'll proceed in the coming posts to enlighten you all as to how I'm "really" doing. No more Lakers trash talk, no more NBA chatter, no more scoring predictions, no more Finals fever, and no more Pistons fanatacism.
I promise.

So, as for me, I'm well. Holding up, anyway. I still have not been able to schedule an appointment with my eye doctor to get a new lens prescription for my glasses, so the sight out of my right eye remains impaired. Unfortunately, I won't be able to be evaluated until my pupil can completely constrict, but the doctor says it always takes longer for light colored eyes to recover from being kept dilated. This is frustrating because it is still hard to go out in sunlight for too long and I've been getting headaches virtually daily because of working and just normal functioning with bad vision. Now that I've spent an entire paragraph complaining, I think I'll stop and move on to something else. HA.
*I bet you're glad I stopped blogging about the Pistons for THIS*

A few random facts I've discovered to be true in the past few days:

*It is uber disappointing to call one of your best friends to wish her a happy birthday only to discover that you were off by three days... ESPECIALLY when you were also responsible for giving the incorrect information to at least two of her other girlfriends. Thank the Lord for creating a characteristic like graciousness.

*When working in retail and putting on a large semi-annual sale, there is absolutely no point in trying to promptly re-stock merchendise everytime it seems to dwindle, clearing out fitting rooms, neatly folding clothing, or avoiding a mess behind the counter. Simply paste on a friendly, if somewhat plastic, smile, ignore the burning blisters rubbing into your stylish black sandals, keep the store's image pristine by folding the top two shirts of each pile, dismiss the deplorable conditions of the fitting rooms, smooth back your hair, wipe the sweat from your brow, take a deep breath, and ask in your most sugary-sweet -- I mean, polite -- voice, "would you like your receipt with you, or in the bag?"

*Mosquitoes are evil things, and although temporary relief may be found in the form of Benadryl spray, that in no way redeems the agony and suffering inflicted by those tiny, bloodthirsty creatures. And welts really are so unsightly.

*There are a few scents at Bath & Body Works that I absolutely cannot abide. I really don't know if it's wrong to say, since I work there and all, but it is in my own personal (and perhaps, professional) opinion, that anything and everything "Cucumber Melon" positively smells like sin. "Warm Vanilla Sugar" is detestable as well.

*Sleep is a good thing... a good thing I need a bit more of right about now.

Hope that satisfied any readers who may have felt deprived over the past few posts. Never fear, I shall return soon bearing more insight and Katie-speak, but for now, my pillow impresses me as my most appealing option. Off I go. G'night all.