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Oh shit, am I tired. Sunday night insomnia really is the best way to wreck a week.
I have no coherent thoughts. None at all. I'm just trying to stay awake through Buffy.
I do have some shallow thoughts, though. Like I really want some new glasses, seeing as I'm completely contact-resistant these days. I don't know why, since a check-up several months ago ended with the assurance that my eyes were completely healthy. Just one of life's charming little mysteries, I suppose.
Anyway, I'm finally beginning to accept that it's glasses for me. It's not exactly a vanity thing, my dislike for them, so much as an issue of their prominence. They make me terribly self-conscious at times. But I'm self-conscious by nature; it's one of my less attractive qualities.
But some new glasses would make the prospect more appealing. My mother agreed to get me some over winter break. Not being an adult yet does have its few meager benefits, namely that my mother still buys me things when I ask. (I don't ask all that much.)
Buffy soon. Then I can sleep. Fuck yeah.
I have no coherent thoughts. None at all. I'm just trying to stay awake through Buffy.
I do have some shallow thoughts, though. Like I really want some new glasses, seeing as I'm completely contact-resistant these days. I don't know why, since a check-up several months ago ended with the assurance that my eyes were completely healthy. Just one of life's charming little mysteries, I suppose.
Anyway, I'm finally beginning to accept that it's glasses for me. It's not exactly a vanity thing, my dislike for them, so much as an issue of their prominence. They make me terribly self-conscious at times. But I'm self-conscious by nature; it's one of my less attractive qualities.
But some new glasses would make the prospect more appealing. My mother agreed to get me some over winter break. Not being an adult yet does have its few meager benefits, namely that my mother still buys me things when I ask. (I don't ask all that much.)
Buffy soon. Then I can sleep. Fuck yeah.
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i may soon have to join that bandwagon though - though perhaps only if i want to be able to read the signs across the street. nothing makes me feel older (besides A. jokingly saying that tee hee hee he's with an older woman) than to suddenly find myself unable to read the tube map one track over. fucking scary, that is.