Dad is coming to help me put the printer together tomorrow. I was also kind of surprised to learn some things about 3d printers…like that they’re loud (50 decibels) and smell funky and put out micro plastics in the air. Mom told me that I should inform the office of the apartments I live in that I’m installing one because of a fire hazard thing. I don’t want to tell them, personally. Because I’m sneaky and don’t want them to say I can’t. It shouldn’t be a problem. I’m not going to use it at night so the noise shouldn’t really bother anyone and I’m not placing it against the adjoining wall. It’s going in the art room. I’ll open a window for ventilation. The whatchamacallit gets pretty hot because it has to heat the filament, obviously. But I don’t think it’s any worse than a stove, and not nearly as hot. I just don’t see a problem. If they were to say I can’t have it, I’ll store it in mom and dad’s basement until I hopefully get my own house. I’ve got some things up my sleeve for the future.
I learned I have a stupid inspection in a week or so. It feels like we just had one. I hate it. Bleh.
The surgery on my right eye is Wednesday at 6:15 am. I have to start taking three eye drops three times a day tomorrow. Also I have to close my eyes for five minutes with each drop. I have to take them for a whole month after too.
Weight loss center hasn’t called back with a date yet. I feel impatient. I need a date. My stupid wound has closed up but left a nasty, red scar. That shouldn’t be a problem though…I hope.