I feel so loved.. due to my Disappearing Template Drama, Bao En is finally fixing me up the new template that she's been promising for so long. And she's being a perfectionist about it so it's really nice. And it's got the same shitty dramatic colour scheme as before, with the same shitty images, so it's nice and warm and welcoming. Only the format is nicer, and the shoutbox shall never be mooshed again cos there's a border. I love Bao.

Just got back from Bras Basah. Left home at 2 but we only got to PS at 4, only to find out that tickets for the 3.50pm Mystic River were sold out. And then we decided to get something to eat. And ate a lot. For some reason I kept wanting to eat. I had a pretzel, pasta and really gorgeously chewy Mrs Field's cookies, and yet I felt like eating again when we walked past Chijmes and I got reminded of the restaurants there that are really good. And then we finally got to Bras Basah, and remind me never to go there again with contacts in my eyes. They were already burning because bad little me hadn't cleaned them properly, and all the musty books made it even worse. I got a headache as well, from standing with my head sideways looking at the spines of the books. But we found some interesting books, for instance: At Swim, Two Birds, by Flann O'Brien. The title is verrrry interesting, and it seems like a very crazy book. But I didn't buy it, because I hate buying second hand and it was a rather scratched up copy, for which 8 bucks didn't seem very worth it. Will check it out next time in Borders. I finally bought a little dictionary of 20th century history for 2.50, simply to remember the trip by.

And I fell asleep in the car.
I'm told that it's bad for me to sleep with contacts in, but of late it's become an increasing habit of mine to do exactly that. And it doesn't even feel uncomfortable like it used to in sec 3 when I started sleeping in class. It feels perfectly normal, only when I wake up the left eye's often blurry because the toric lens gets disoriented and the dot's in the wrong place. But this is evidence that I am a very bad student. I'm falling asleep too much. My sleeping patterns are just.. well, what pattern? Grr. To think, there was a time when sleeping at 12 was considered late. The good ol' days.