Ah, BD.

You know, I could acronym a million things and no one would ever know what I was talking about. Take today's title for example. BD? Is he talking about Blu-Ray Discs? Is he talking about backdooring? Is he talking about bouncing dragons? Is he talking about birth defects? Is he talking about baby drunks?

Okay, I was making most of that stuff up. But, you see what I mean?

So why BD? I'm sure I had a good reason. I do have a good reason. I doubt any of you, fellow readers, will know what that reason was. Maybe the more intuitive ones could figure it out. =)

Oh well. That's all I have to say about BD.

I notice that, by default (OH LOOK, BD! That's not what the BD in the title is. That was entirely by coincidence.) I'm quite the secretive person. My mom found out I got contacts/new glasses. She was...not entirely happy about the decision. Not like it was her decision to make, but...I mean, why go through the hassle of telling her if she's just going to get on my case about it anyway, right?

I guess, my mother and I have not had the closest of relationships, though...we...kinda sorta do? Ha. We depend on each other, but we don't...confide in each other. It's like...have you ever seen the movie Mr. and Mrs. Smith? It's about two assassins who marry each other but they don't realize the other is an assassin? So it's kind of like that. We live together, we eat together, we talk about mundane things like this and that, and we depend on that "social normalcy" or whatever term it is that is required of families. But other than that, we live these secret double lives from each other. I mean, (and NO ONE MUST TELL THIS TO MY MOTHER PLEASE) she thinks I work every Saturday. I don't. I work some Saturdays. More often than not, I'm not working. So I'm free to do what I please on Saturdays. I come home, she assumes that I was working, etc. etc. Conversely, she does things that I'm not aware of. You know she gets angry about me staying up so late, and yet I find her up at four in the morning watching her soap operas. Kinda hypocritical, no?

Anyway. So that's why I didn't really tell her about the contacts. For those of you who were curious. You know who you are. It'd be nice if we could grab a coffee sometime by the way. Not Peet's Coffee, thank you very much.

As for today? Today was a crappy day. But let's leave that at that.