Sometimes I think about making this journal, like, topical or something, and trying to include more Items of General Interest and such, and not just blathering all the time about my boring (yet, I am told, oddly compelling) life. But I can't seem to do it, or at least I don't want to leave out the blather about my boring life, so that's not going to happen. Also I sometimes think of starting up a second blog where I blather about a single Topic of Interest, like science education or evolution or something (because that's something I usually have lots to say about and don't really talk all that much about here), but I doubt I have the discipline to regularly update two bloggy things, although livejournalling is basically a reflexive action for me now, and I'd probably keep doing that regardless.

Blather you probably missed, because it was so disgusting I took the entry private after just an hour or so: I had this digusting sty on my eyelid yesterday, and it hurt like a bastard and it was pretty much all I thought about all day. Apparently the intense pain was happening because the disgusting eyelid-pimple was in its death throes, and now I am suffering only from an unattractively puffy eyelid (and really, this is probably only noticeable to me) and vast amounts of eye boogers. (Please note that this paragraph is significantly less disgusting than the entry on this topic that I posted yesterday.)

Also yesterday, when I wasn't busy being annoyed with my eyelid and wondering whether I could get an emergency Sunday afternoon ophthalmologist appointment, I went up to Danvers and had a Father's Day breakfast with my dad (and sisters and stepmother). We drove all over the frickin' North Shore looking for a good place for breakfast; first we went to the Agawam Diner in Georgetown or Rowley or wherever it is, and there was a huge line, then we went to Chuck's in downtown Danvers, and there was only a little line but they only had a few tables big enough for us, then we tried Brothers', also in Danvers, but the line there was also huge, so we went back to Chuck's.

Chuck's is a tiny restaurant with terrible service and hideous decor (fake-wood paneling on the bottom half of the walls, bland ugly wallpaper on the top half, indoor-outdoor carpeting, and three yard-sale paintings placed on the walls, apparently at random, with no regard for the subject, style, color, frame, or anything). They fry up a good egg for very little money, though, so I am willing to overlook the ugliness. I had the 2-2-2 special, which is two eggs, two slices of bacon, two sausages, and two pancakes. Why this doesn't make it the 2-2-2-2 special, I cannot say. But the pancakes were excellent, so I will overlook it.