Bugger.

Peripheral vision can either make or break any moment. Really, there is no in between. For instance, let's say your sitting on a beautifully broken-in bench in the middle of Central Park. You have company. There is what appears to be a nice man sitting next to you, enjoying the comfortable climate just as you are. But then, in your peripheral vision you see this man checking you out and grabbing himself! You see, if you were to look directly at him, his hands would have retreated into his pockets and his glance would lie elsewhere. Thank Jesus almighty for my peripherals! You leave the park and all is well in the world. On the other hand, I was in a movie the other day, and for some reason the railing lights would not shut off. The thing was, the only lights that were on were DIRECTLY NEXT TO ME. Now, need I describe my annoying state of discomfort? Blast! Blast these damn peripherals! Also, I cannot stand it when I'm reading an enjoyable book and my peripherals, which have found the bookmark sitting next to me, will not allow me to concentrate! What do I do? What anyone with a pulse would do-- sit on the bookmark. I guess that's not enough, because soon enough those buggers find something else to zone in on. A poster, the trashcan, my toes.

In short, I hate life. Not really. Not at all, actually. I do love you though, Alex! Shabam!

Cheers,

Tifferloo