Head hurts something awful. Spent quite a while on the phone with my mom, she's getting glasses for the first time, non-reading glasses anyway, she told me about a mutual friend's getting glasses as a child, realizing that the leaves on trees were separate, talked about when I first got glasses, noticed the Moon had surface features. She told me various stories of woe, friend's kid with Asperger's out on his own, drew the attention of neighborhood hardware store owners buying stuff for tinkering projects, called the cops on him, he'd made some sort of incendiary device among other things, now in the loving arms of the state mental health system, other friend's marriage on the rocks over exuberant & ill-informed stock trading, yikes.

Feel pretty well off comparatively, young & in love, external circumstances not the best, never much gave a shit about those. Sitting on the couch with Peretz, Scorsese movie's on, headache, sure, headache. Fuck it, I can see things clearly, all's well.