Where can I buy silk stockings, a map of the city, films?

Just quietly, or not so quietly, BILL BRYSON IS MY LIFE.
I love it when you read travel books because then it seems like you're travelling when you ACTUALLY ARENT AT ALL.
So I had a migraine whatever yesterday and maman (see how I did mum in french to make it cooler) didn't let me go to the movies.
And now for some stupid reason since I kinda still have a weird headache ouch thing goin on and my eye is all red....she isn't letting me go out today either.
AND I HAD PLANS TO DO STUFF TODAY. WHICH HAVE NOW BEEN SHATTERED.
THIS IS MY LIFE.
and funny how sad I sound based on my description. headache. ouch thing. weird red eye.
i can just imagine an image of myself with this weird bulging eye clutching my head while limping across the hall with a hunched back.
but i dont know why my eye is so weird, I mean last night I was just going to sleep and I couldnt open it for some reason ISNT THAT FUNNY? and then this morning I woke up and it was all like weird and it reminded me of when I was like 4 or whatever and i was living in brussels and I got an eye infection and mum had to give me eye drops every night that would leave me blinded for 5 minutes since they stopped me from being able to open my eye and it was super scary but she read the tweenies to me while i was blinded so it was all good.
Anyway. Guess today I'll just read more european travel books, watch more of the office and pack for lorne. Which should be fun.
Lorne, I mean, not todays itinerary.
Todays itinerary reminds me of dying.
DYING.

'It must be the old roue at the party who used the book for private purposes and shamed the family by going into a pharmacy and saying leeringly to the lady behind the counter, 'I'd like these two enlarged.' Then adding in a suggestive whisper, 'Will you put some air in my tyres?'