So I went up to the Infirmary today to have my glasses checked. I got the worst news I can imagine. Apparently, I need reading glasses. Reading glasses. Seriously? I'm sixteen bloody years old, not sixty. I am not getting reading glasses. Can you imagine me, walking around with bloody glasses on a bloody chain around my neck? Not on my life
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Thank you, James, for reaffirming my inner fear that I am indeed an old man. At least my reading glasses don't have a chain (/indignant sniff)
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