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The gnat in the eye sensation and the intense aversion to bright sunlight that drove me crazy for two weeks after the eye operation, Jeff jinxes, seem to be gone. The peripheral vision already lost is lost for good but what's left of sight sharper, and my depth perception is much improved, especially in the woods and on the disc golf course. Has not improved my putting, though throwing the Alpaca with more spin and a tiny bit more hyzer helped yesterday (in brilliant bright sunlight without my left eye wincing) at Rockburn (Hoco Parks bush-hogged out the dense nettles that ate discs and flayed legs on 13, 14, and 15!), I still missed almost all but at least was dead center high or dead center low like normal. Speaking of normal have a song then the grid of despair before the links go stale then another song and then a J.H. Prynne poem, two rest in peaces for him in the gridWe are ruled by motherfucking sociopathsThe Pope, the Arch, and Samuel L. JacksonIn A Time Of Monsters, The Worst…