Dancing with the Universe

I had been looking forward to DunDraCon for a while... I had a lot of fun at a certain game there last year, and I checked the schedule this year to find that another installment of the same campaign was running again this year. Great, I thought, I'll go down for the day.

I spent a few hours playing Set solitaire, mostly, since it seems that nearly everyone I know who doesn't work the con came yesterday, did their gaming, and didn't bother to come back today. Oh, well, at least I got to the sign-up board in time to put my name in for the game I cared about.

Approximately half an hour later, I was walking toward the lounge area with semy_of_pearls and ran facefirst into a wall of lemon-scented EGBE. I left, hastily, but I got enough of a whiff to have an impact, and discovered about ten minutes afterward that it was starting to permeate the entire ground floor of the hotel.

With two hours to go before the game was to start, and no idea how much exposure I'd get if I stuck around (even if I were on the third floor, the air recirculates in a place like that), I decided to go home. I'm pissed about having to miss what looked to be an awesome game, disappointed that my time there was so unrewarding, and anxious about the reg fee. Not to mention somewhat ill, with a raging headache. :P

Some days I really hate my life.

Scratch Lenscrafters off my list. I've been going there for glasses and eye exams ever since I dropped Kaiser at the start of the decade, and haven't had any trouble. I walked in there today to discover that they cleaned the place with something containing ethers. Beautiful.

I hung around long enough to tell a counter clerk I had to cancel (I was debating walking out and calling instead, but I was right there, and surely I'd get to talk to someone any minute now...) I told her I couldn't tolerate whatever it is they clean with, and I'd have to cancel. She asks me, "Would you like to reschedule?" Uh...

I repeated what I had said, that I can't tolerate the store at all, and left. I had lost enough brain cells without spending more time trying to figure out how to respond to brainless (or simply reflex) questions.

I spent twenty minutes standing around at Costco to find out that I can't get an appointment there until tomorrow at the earliest. Yay for bringing my book, boo for my poor feet.

I'll try Costco tomorrow. If I strike out there, I'll try Penney's. I need new contact lenses by the end of the week, and to do that I have to get a prescription. (Why? Why do you have to get a doctor's prescription to obtain something that can, at its worst, give you eyestrain and a headache? WTF?) I'm just so tired of this whole song and dance sometimes. Why couldn't I have gotten sensitized to something less common?