timothy j. lambert

Got new glasses today. My old pair were five years old and completely jacked up. I could barely see through them, so I never wore them, which meant my eyes were perpetually strained. Not fun. Becky and I spent way too many hours at the Galleria today so I could have my eyes examined and get a new pair of glasses. While we waited for my lenses to be installed in the frames I'd selected, we went to Borders. We saw Johnny there, who looked fantastic, albeit a bit out of focus since my pupils were still dilated from the glaucoma test. Normally I love visiting Borders, but it was a bit annoying this time because I couldn't read anything. But, hours later, I can see clearly now. Which meant I had no excuse not to finish editing our anthology, FOOL FOR LOVE: New Gay Fiction, which was supposed to be at Cleis Press today. Oops. (Luckily, our contract stipulates that while the due date is May 1st, the contract isn't breached if it's received by May 5th.) We only had a few more stories to revise anyway, and now it's done. Becky is on her way to the airport post office as we speak. And now I'm going to see if I have suspenders and a pocket protector, so I can complete my transformation into Supreme Dork of the Universe.