Like millions of other people worldwide, I too need glasses.

My vision isn't the worst but it's definitely not perfect either, which is why I have been wearing glasses for as long as I can remember. Unfortunately, I broke my glasses on February 27th and I haven't been able to get replacements yet. As a result, I've done more toe-stubbing, elbow-smacking, and mistyping in the past two weeks than I have in my entire life. Of course, there's also the increased exhaustion and headaches that I've had to deal with, so you could say that the past 14 days have been rather unfortunate for me.

All in all, I can handle the constant squinting and frequent exhaustion- it's walking at night that really trips me up. Even with a flashlight, I can hardly see. I feel like a bat... except I have no echolocation... and no bat friends to help me find my way home... so essentially I'm the worst bat ever. Normally that wouldn't be such a bad thing because I could just stop taking evening walks, but my only in-person class of the semester just started, and it also happens to be my latest class. With darkness still taking over relatively early, it's a bit of a struggle to see where I'm going on my walk home. I'm hoping that Daylight Savings Time will be able to remedy my weekly walks home, but until then I'll be the girl squinting hard at the ground while walking around campus.

The weird thing that I've noticed is that my dreams are still perfectly clear, which means I can "see" the best when I'm asleep.

Anyone else find that unbelievably ironic? Also, the ridiculous part of this whole situation is that I was cleaning my glasses when they broke! I've stepped on glasses and accidentally dropped them down the sewer, but I have never in my life heard of a pair of glasses snapping while they were being cleaned! Like seriously, who does that??? Now every time I tell somebody that I can't see because I broke my glasses, I have to explain that no, I was not partying too hard, I was just cleaning my glasses like a (somewhat) responsible adult.

To all of my fellow glasses-wearers out there- I (kind of) see you and I feel your pain.

Wearing glasses is a struggle, and having broken glasses is makes everything about a thousand times worse. I actually called my eye doctor's office today to see when my glasses would be coming in, and they have no clue how long it will be due to the backed-up postal system. There's a good chance that I will continue to knock into things and trip upstairs until my new pair comes in. I'm really hoping that they arrive soon before I break something even more important, like my fingers. I'd also enjoy feeling less like an 80-year-old woman since I'm sure I'll get to do this all over again when I'm much, much older (God help me when that happens).