In an attempt to avoid a ridiculously annoying blog about a ridiculously annoying subject, I'm going to talk about meaningless, inconsequential things like hiccoughs and itchy eyes. It just so happens that I have both the hiccoughs and itchy eyes and as annoying as they are I am not wishing them away because they're turning out to be a change of topic.

But still, I want to tell you how convinced I am that I am no longer living in reality. It's as though different elements of every book I've ever read have fused together to create this insanely overwhelming non-reality. I can't lie, either; it's insanely awesome. I kind of wish I could send out a few invitations to my little non-reality I'm in over here but I realize how ridiculous that might sound:

Dear You,

You have been cordially invited to Stephanie's Spectacular Non-Reality where you're only one wardrobe away from sword fighting with vampires and holding hands with dark lords. Your presence would be greatly appreciated, and if you intend on visiting don't forget to bring your sleeping bag and finest dress robes for a grand ball inside a floating ball room(glass slippers and rose-colored glasses optional).

Send your R.S.V.P with the faerie included with this invitation. 

Yours in one way or another,

Stephanie.

But then again who wouldn't want to come visit?

Anyway, these hiccoughs have yet to cease and on top of being itchy, my eyes are heavy. I can't believe I'm so hesitant to finally end the day.