The mad conversation seems to have slowed down (or we just don't have enough time to talk to each other.)
I have my new glasses. It's going to take a while for me to adjust to what I look like in the mirror. I had a bit of trouble earlier going down a flight of stairs, as my vision wasn't quite settled yet and the steps kept moving away from where my feet were. Little disorienting.
My friend from downstairs is making me watch Sherlock Holmes. I've managed to avoid it up to this point in my life and I really ain't impressed yet. Suppose I still have to watch the Cumberbatch version to see if I really hate Holmes that much.
Feeling smothered again. Time to run away and do stuff on my own again tomorrow.
Ta,
Bec
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