Sacred Haven of Debauchery

Revan'ka seems to have disappeared; I think he's getting tired of the internet. Although his computer is on.

He was checking out my profile on Last.fm.

Added 39 minutes later
Abdul stared into the distance through his binoculars for a while. We were sitting on cold concrete, leaning against the wall of a half-ruined five-story civilian building. I saw the fear on my comrade's face as he handed me the optical device. I swallowed and used his binoculars: they had arrived earlier than expected and were already nearby. I passed the binoculars back, slung the Dragunov sniper rifle over my shoulder, and was already looking at the enemy through the optical sight. A convoy consisting of several dozen American infantrymen escorted two Humvees. My target was in the first one, and it was easy for me to crush the skull of that fat bastard. Panic broke out among the soldiers. Before they could determine where the fire was coming from and take cover behind the vehicle, I managed to take out two more.
The last thing I saw before waking up in the infirmary was a Tomahawk missile heading in our direction.

But in reality...
I've always had excellent vision, but in the last year, I've started to feel like my eyesight is getting worse.
On Thursday, I went for a consultation with an ophthalmologist at the hospital where I'm "staying" as a day patient. One eye - 0.8; the other - 0.9. This was expected.
The doctor told me to avoid any strain on my eyes for five days. Naturally, I agreed. And just at that time, I got a little sick, meaning I had no choice but to sit in four walls and do nothing. Today, I visited her again, and this time, no deviations were found, and I passed all the tests well. Both eyes were - 1.0