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So, Adam has always had pretty bad vision, and it's gotten to the point where contacts don't correct it completely, and his inch-thick glasses correct his vision, but are a pain. He is, in fact, legally blind. Lasik won't correct it completely, either. So he's having lens implants. The first eye is tomorrow, at the ass crack of dawn, as these things usually are. I envision lots of waiting room time in my future.
I watched last night's Hawaii Five-O again immediately after it was over, I enjoyed it just that much. It's the most ridiculous, adorable show in the world.
I was poking around in my Word docs the other day and found this Chris/JC drabble. I seem to have written it in the past year or so. I figure I might as well post it.
"I had lunch with J yesterday."
Chris drops it casually into the conversation and then waits, phone in one hand, beer in the other.
JC makes a non-committal sound, grunting into the phone, or maybe burping. Chris swallows half his beer, digs around for the TV remote, channel surfing when he finds it.
He's settled on a replay of the 2009 Superbowl on ESPN Classics before JC actually says anything. Fucking Ben Rothleisberger, Chris thinks, before tuning into JC's voice.
Chris doesn't listen to the words, he just lets the affection in JC's voice wash over him, and he smiles.
I watched last night's Hawaii Five-O again immediately after it was over, I enjoyed it just that much. It's the most ridiculous, adorable show in the world.
I was poking around in my Word docs the other day and found this Chris/JC drabble. I seem to have written it in the past year or so. I figure I might as well post it.
"I had lunch with J yesterday."
Chris drops it casually into the conversation and then waits, phone in one hand, beer in the other.
JC makes a non-committal sound, grunting into the phone, or maybe burping. Chris swallows half his beer, digs around for the TV remote, channel surfing when he finds it.
He's settled on a replay of the 2009 Superbowl on ESPN Classics before JC actually says anything. Fucking Ben Rothleisberger, Chris thinks, before tuning into JC's voice.
Chris doesn't listen to the words, he just lets the affection in JC's voice wash over him, and he smiles.