
I woke up this morning, to the incessant noise Lacey was making downstairs.

I could have slept a little longer. I looked around me, and i thought something seemed odd. I could see! '
Holy cow!!'

i thought, its a miracle!! I've got my eyesight back. My fairy godmother must have made a visit the night before and restored my eyesight. What a miracle! I've got to call the press.
I guess I tend to be an optimist in the mornings. haha. Truth of the matter is, after a few minutes with my 'restored' eyesight, realization finally dawned on me. My eyes were dry, tired and itchy. I forgot to take out my contacts before i went to bed last night! I got home from dinner, and got ready for bed, intending to read the remaining 15 pages of my Harry Potter 7. I was so caught up with the story that i went to bed straight after, not even realizing i still have my contacts on!! silly me.
Oh, and HP7 was good by the way.

yea yea, my devoted boyfriend thinks I'm a nerd for being a fan but you can't blame me cause I've been reading it since I was 14. I won't spoil it the story here for you alright. HP7 had parts which nearly made me cry, parts which made me cheer on Harry, parts which made me grip the edge of my seat with anticipation and gasp in surprise. JK Rowling, you are good but don't go writing anymore stories, you're getting so rich its just obscene and downright rude.