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I? Have none nothing today, really. Parents went off to some National Trust place -- again, they joined and now they seem to be trying to see every castle and garden in Britain -- so I got back from opticians and vegged in front of the replay of Roger's match from yesterday. He swore and then laughed at himself. *harts* A guy shouting "That's why it's called Rogers Cup!" at 5-5 in the second set threw me for a minute though -- it wasn't until the third time listening through that I realised the last word was 'Cup' and not another word beginning with c. I did think Roger might have reacted more to that if it had been. ;)

I didn't believe the commentators that Rafa had lost either. Had to go look it up on the ATP site, since the Rogers Cup one is driving me mad with the uselessness. Does it make me a bad person that I was happy about it? I like Rafa just fine but firstly, Roger fan here, hello, and secondly another Roger/Rafa final? Not so much with the excitement. A Roger-Murray final would give me squee but I'm not sure whether it'd be worth it for how grumpy it'd make kindoftrouble. ;) Besides he isn't playing well enough to get past Gasquet right now, so he'll have to pull his socks up if he so much as wants a chance.

Aside from getting poked in the eye a couple of times in the opticians -- and finding out that in all my swapping of contacts-that-don't-work to see if I had them in the right eyes, I'd managed to get them in the wrong eyes anyway -- it went fine. Once I'd got them back in the *right* eyes again, he had another look and admitted the left one did seem to be a dud so he'd order me a new pair. NOT CRAZY, KTHNX. Which means I can think about how much I need new glasses before October instead and how much it's going to cost me, considering my lazy lack of joblessness. -_- Ack. Has to be done.

Hattie the hamster is being muchly spoilt. I made some cardboard shelves to give her a few different levels to her cage last night because she looked so *bored*, then today we bought her a new wheel and some hamster treats. From her reaction, I'd hazard a bet that she's never been spoilt before. She goes home Tuesday and I'm going to be sad. :( I'd forgotten how much fun it can be to have rodent; they like to play and be handled way more than Casper would ever put up with.

INTERNET, DON'T YOU DARE BREAK ON ME NOW. ARGH.