Contacts. What a fucking pain in the arse. And I don’t even wear them.
*brief moment to enthuse about perfect eyesight*
The Boyf has to wear contacts because otherwise he’s half blind. Now you know the secret of why we’ve been together for almost 7 years. Unfortunately, they’re not regular, pop down to the pharmacy to get replacements, soft contacts. They’re the fuck off expensive, here’s a chunk of glass to put in your eye contacts. That means when one decides to slip from the fingers at night and fall to the floor, it’s a priority to locate it again and put it in it’s little plastic home until the next morning.
So that was my night last night.
I sat from about midnight to 2 a.m. this morning scouring over every inch of the bathroom floor (and walls at one point) looking for the bloody thing. When this didn’t work, I checked everywhere else in the bathroom – including the toilet. Yep, there was me, on my knees, with a little bright light in hand crawling all over the shitter floor. Thankfully, it was clean.
Nothing.
The search continued this morning when I brought in the vacuum as a reinforcement but after rifling through the dust compartment, nothing could be found and it was promptly thrown back into it’s corner for being a bloody useless soldier in this war against the evil Contact.
With no other alternative though, I have now officially listed the contact as AWOL and that’s that.
I doubt I would have put so much effort into searching for a…tiny tiny missing child…but then, what good is a tiny tiny missing child? It would be too small to be used for slave labour. Although, it has the added benefit of not eating much so it would be cheap.
Look, if you have me blogging daily here, these are the kinds of things you’re going to get. Especially when I’m half dead with a fuzzy head.
P.S. New piece up on NerdMag about a recent Quake Live scandal. It will mean nothing to you if you’re not a gamer or know them. It’s an interesting one though, especially on IRC at the moment. Bunch of boys discussing things like a little old ladies knitting circle.
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Tell me about it. Unfortunately because of whatever it is that’s wrong with his eyes, he can only wear contacts :/ Trust me we explored the possibility – no one wants to be told they have to stick a piece of glass into their eye on a daily basis
They have a tendency to curl up and disappear in the weirdest of places. Many a night I’ve spent on my hands and knees scouring the carpet next to my bedside table for one of those lost buggers!
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I wear contacts! And I have done this – all of it. I have banned everyone from the bathroom/bedroom for fear the stand on it.
I have also taken them out drunk and flipped the sides around – then next morning put left in right eye and vice versa and put it down to a bad hangover!
Craig – I’m still waiting for it to somehow appear behind the TV or something. We just cannot figure out what happened to it.
Laura – Haha. That must have suuuucked big time.
The Boyf tried banning me from the room but then he discovered he can’t really find the small little thing without me. That’s why I fulfilled my good girlfriend quota for the month and did all the searching while he went to bed.
I managed to find a lass’ contact lens when she dropped it on the school field, back in my school days.
This led to a 4-year long relationship between us. So just be careful and if you do find it, think before you give it back and claim the “reward”.
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