My snake has eaten well tonight. I have eaten well tonight. I have returned once more to moaning frequently. Oh. Oh. A visit to the eye doctor proved my vision is getting worse, proved I am getting older, proved that I have no money. What use are my eyes anyway? All I stare at are screens. The wind has receded; the days are bearable. I had a desire tonight for corn nuggets that went unquenched. Oh Dr. Burr-Baker, optometrist, I’ll show you where you can stick your astigmatism diagnosis.