tonight i bent down over the carpet to clean up some wine i had spilled, and then i heard a *crunch* underneath my foot.  i turned around to look, and my glasses were in three plastic pieces under my shoe.  my awesome greenish-brown glasses, with the green-tinted lenses, are broken.  they’re broken, and it’s my fault, and how am i ever going to get glasses that cool again?  i’m not, and now i’m thinking that the fact that i’m reduced to wearing my old crappy glasses from 1999 is either karma or a bad omen.  you know, if i believed in such things.

at least i got the wine out of the carpet.