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1 Thursday Morning. 3 Contact Lenses.

So... this morning as I was madly rushing to get to work I managed to get myself into quite a quandary (quite a feat in my opinion):

1. Awoke and lost my contact the second I opened my eyes. It literally popped out of my right eye, with great velocity I might add, as I still have yet to find it. I didn't care too much. I must have been gellin'.
2. Replaced that contact with a new one before hopping in the shower.
3. Lost that same contact during my shower. I believe I wanted to curse, but was too engrossed with figuring out which Neutrogena shampoo or conditioner first.
4. Got out of the shower and replaced the contact. For the second time, mind you. Promptly decided that it would be wise of me to replace my left contact as well. Luckily I have the same horrendous uber-blindness in both my eyes so they are the same strength.
5. When I got to my car I noticed my eye was itching something horrid, so I opened the visor and looked at my eye. And what to my surprise did I find in my right eye not one but two little Acuvue's hanging out. They were likes peas in a pod - doing swimmingly thank you very much. Too bad they were causing my pitiful right eye irritation beyond comprehension. I ran back up to apartment and placed my extraneous contact lens into an overnight lens case. I decided that the three open packages and lens case on the counter looked like an odd "three versus two" juxtaposition. Total Recall style...

Here is the aftermath:

“1 Thursday Morning. 3 Contact Lenses.”

  1. Anonymous Says:

    seriously - this stuff is hi-larious. i couldn't even make up this stuff.

  2. jon Says:

    but eric could... muahahahaha

  3. eric yang Says:

    Yes, I spend day and night thinking of how I can conceive ocular drama.



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