I get up in the evening
and I ain't got nothing to say
I come home in the morning
I go to bed feeling the same way
I ain't nothing but tired
Man I'm just tired and bored with myself

Message keeps getting clearer
radio's on and I'm moving 'round the place
I check my look in the mirror
I wanna change my clothes, my hair, my face
Man I ain't getting nowhere
I'm just living in a dump like this
There's something happening somewhere

You sit around getting older
there's a joke here somewhere and it's on me
I'll shake this world off my shoulders

 

I'm dying for some action
I'm sick of sitting 'round here trying to write this book
I need a love reaction

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Grabs my attention. Sexy things work better for me. :) Vēlētos kaut tad, kad es vēl mācījos, būtu rādīts kas tāds. ekh.

Sweet mother of god, I'm still awake. Jāiet iedzert kafija. Dooh! ..piena nav.
Oh well, tad ies pačučēt.

For the first few weeks, says my mate Max from down the pub, you forget that you've got them and also that you're supposed to be using them.

Max tells me how, many years ago, he was watching a film at home when he suddenly thought: "Flippin' 'eck, I wear glasses now." So he found them and put them on. "It were like being given a new telly," he said.

..When the very nice woman (though not in glasses – disappointing) said: "Please read the chart on the screen," I replied: "What screen?"

Not funny, apparently. It might have been funnier when it went "…on the wall" and "What wall?" but things have moved on.

Then she put that ridiculous thumb-screwed contraption on my head so that different lenses could be tested on me. "Terrific," I said. "I'll take these." Still not funny.

It might just be worth having an eye test; if only because, when you finally get your specs, you'll be amazed at how good the world used to look. And apart from anything else, glasses are very, very cool.

I've just decided.

(Telegraph.co.uk - James May column)