Now it's psychosomatic eyesight!

I am seriously so confused. It didn't help that I woke up at 5:22, dragging myself to the computer that was more than half fuzzy. I managed to stay up until I needed a nap. Back to bed around 12:30, setting the alarm for 3.

Hmmm. The vision seemed better. Slightly. Watched both N.C.I.S. shows (sad) and my regular judge and game shows. The images on the screen weren't very clear, but at least I could discern the colour decently. After that I had some spicy gumbo soup followed by cappuccino yogurt. Because I'm curious as to why my sight was absolutely fabulous while I watched tonight's The Orville (which BTW was amazing, interspersing regular romance with societal taboos), followed by a shriekingly hilarious Will & Grace in which Will tries to liven up his class by pretending to be Judge Judy, shtick and all.

So, fafter all of that, my screen is polished onyx, my font a strong buttery yellow. And I'm confused to bits. I know that how we feel can affect our bodies (which is only one reason why I try to smile and laugh every single day), but I have never heard of anything so precise, yet so unpredictable, happening. Okay, write me up in a medical journal! I still can't believe what I'm going to tell my eye doc in April.

I don't want to go to bed now, as I'd like to take advantage so I can finish reading a long fic. ::crosses fingers::