PINK IN MY EYE

I had moms' windshield on her accord replaced. It was a shop in Montclair. Nice Russian guys. Took about an hour. Got home and was famished. Ate the leftover pasta and meat sauce.

Then went to Walnut Valley Auto Service to see if they could do something about the SRS light. Dave couldn't. He said I had to go to the dealer.

Went to Jansen's after. Played with Jude. Eve was sleeping. Tam got there with the tacos. We left soon after. The story is that we were watching The Artist. Untrue though.

We went to our Westside connect. First ate some tacos at Del Taco. Then after the eagle landed, I asked Jansen if we could go to my clinic for urgent care. He said fine. The one on Grand saw me and said I should go to County since they have eye doctors.

We went. It was ghetto as fuck. There were juvenile delinquents with handcuffs and feet cuffs. Ghetto as hell. There was a nurse that checked me in. She was cute but I didn't get the nerve up to ask her out. I'm such a pussy.

Took forever. Poor Jansen waited. They finally decided it was pink eye. No scratches or no serious issues. That's a relief, but they need to do something about the wait. It's ridiculous. But what? What can they do that they aren't already doing? There has to be a better way.

Dropped off Jansen and went home and got online.