I slept a good part of this day, which is great since I have been more sleep-deprived than usual because of the caffeine that seem to make it into my system by my "sniffing the fumes" during the weekend. But then, I fail to mention why I was so willing to curl up under the sheets in broad daylight: my head was throbbing. It happened while I was reading in the train. I've never before had problems with reading while the train is in motion, and I don't know what to blame it on besides the fact that I think I need new glasses.

I don't wear my glasses because they make me look like a complete dork (not that I'm not one already). And all things considered, my eye sight is pretty good. There are just moments, such as the train incident today, that remind me that my vision isn't as good as I think it is.

When I came home today, my grandma, I think, wanted to spend a few good minutes interacting, but I dismissed her and told her my head was throbbing. She told me the exact same thing I was thinking: I need to get re-prescripted and for now, need to lie down and sleep.

Lovely. Insurance or no insurance, glasses are expensive. And contacts are out of question due to my lax PCS [personal care system]. Bleh.

On other news, when I told one of my friends what happened with Becca yesterday, I got a "That was harsh." Haha. Well, it was harsh, wasn't it? But I can think of a couple of things I would like to tell Becca, if I get the chance, and none of them have anything to do with hate, anger or my personal favorite loneliness. As a matter of fact, I feel that it is now my responsibility to tell her how I really felt about her, if I had failed to make that known in the process, in which case she would have to be incredibly stupid to miss the message. Regardless, the speech would probably go something like: "I really did love you, you know. Even if I never told you, I hope that I had shown you, even in the littlest ways, that I cared for you a lot." or something to that effect, at least.

*sigh*

Among my list of videos to watch over Thanksgiving weekend are Sicko, Fahrenheit 9/11 and An Inconvenient Truth. This means hours of getting my family to please, please, please watch them with me, so that my family won't remain as ignorant indifferent of the world as they currently are. But, as I have been dismissed by these guys a million times even before Michael Moore's films, I know that all I'll get from my coercive efforts are "I have better things to do" or "You watch them if you like them so much." Pfft.

[The title is totally unrelated to the content, I know. Haha.]

Labels: love, thoughts

kitten posted @ 9:46 PM