Had my test done, and it seems I don't need my lenses changed as my eyes look 'very healthy'... I'm always afraid they'll discover a brain tumour, scarily high pressure, or something, when they poke around with the flashlights and such... Whew. I would have liked some snazzy new rich-people's frames, though; despite the fact that the NHS basics actually suit me as well as any. Anyway, I thought of going to the Bill Viola show, but just wasn't in a gallery mood, and had no money, as per usual. Gawked lustfully at fancy new pcs and home cinemas and suchlike. Went home. Watched CONFESSIONS OF A TRICK BABY, which is quite nasty and funny. Still no artwork done, but I think I will, today. Feel kinda lowdown and bluesy, though. Don't really know why. Shit, I've never needed an excuse before- Oh yeah, anyone know what a 'breakfast burrito' consists of?