Glitter is the herpes of craft supplies.

My glasses snapped in half this morning. Grandma went to Walgreens for me to get superglue and electrical tape for me so I could fix them. I forgot I have no skill with superglue anyway -- the glasses wouldn't stay together, and the only way I could have gotten them to do so would be to have permanently attached my fingertips as well. Also, electrical tape doesn't do much for glasses if there's nothing to back it up.

So now I'm wearing my contacts, which are actually working without hiding beneath my eyelids now, and I've almost managed to peel all the superglue off my fingers. I'll go to the optometrist tomorrow, seeing as how they're not open today, and get a new pair of glasses that will hopefully not look like something my grandma would wear. These contacts really are better than my glasses. Hmm.

I have an urge to write a romance novel, mostly in jest, partly because I'm curious as to whether or not it would actually get published and make any money. I could probably pull it off, and the royalties (yeah, right, royalties) would be a bit of help with tuition and all. I might as well put my talents to good use as soon as possible, right? I think I've got the formula down, too, but I might have to do some "research" just to make sure. All for the sake of writing, of course.

Also, if I had to choose a theme song for myself, this would be it.