So today, I went to the opticians and had a guy looking in my eye with a shiny light, and then putting a small amount of dye (which hurts) in each eye and then looking with another shiny light. At least he didn't use the machine that blows air into my eye. They learnt the lesson after I recoiled on a chair with wheels and tried to flee to the other side of the room.

I don't think I can even be bothered to comment tonight. I don't comment half enough as I should and I feel bad about it now. I don't do half the things I should do.
I just feel so... tired. I feel tired a lot lately. All I'm doing is rereading a fic and listening to the song. I have a songfic idea for it now. It won't leave me alone. I also have a Love Mode inspired HaruxKyou piece in my mind, which disturbs me. I don't know whether I'll write it because it involves smut, which I have no experience writing. God, it sounds bad saying I have no experience writing it because, welll... *coughs* Let's move off this topic.

I babble a lot. I just go on and on. At times I'm like that in real life, but sometimes I'm not. I just don't talk much. I actually wonder at times if anyone really reads this because it's boring - it's only me, after all. I'm very negative most of the time.

I still haven't eaten that cake. My dad suspected it of having drugs in. Oh joy. And my mother thinks I'm going out with Jason. Or something. Gah. I am very happy in my position of single and not liking anyone. Anyway, I don't think I'm mature enough for a relationship. I'm like a little kid all the time.

And now I've broken the thing that adjusts the height on the chair. I always break stuff. It's an oh so wonderful talent I have.

I still need to reply to Jordan's comment on that entry from a few weeks back.

*sighs* I think I shall just stay in my little world and read this fic. Since I believe it is good. The fics have taken up residence in my mind.

I wonder why anyone does read this.