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mrissaHell. I guess I get new contacts. I have combed the bathroom for the left one, to no avail. Slippery little bastard. It was probably time for new lenses, but this is not the way one prefers to go about it. Luckily (intelligently), I do have glasses, so it's not a total vision emergency. But I'm annoyed.
I'm going to give my hair another good comb-through, because that's the only thing I can think of besides the overflow drain in the sink (I had the sink plugged because -- duh! -- I was taking out my contacts and didn't want to lose one down the drain).
Otherwise an entirely satisfactory day. Pay no attention to the harrumphing woman in the glasses.
I'm going to give my hair another good comb-through, because that's the only thing I can think of besides the overflow drain in the sink (I had the sink plugged because -- duh! -- I was taking out my contacts and didn't want to lose one down the drain).
Otherwise an entirely satisfactory day. Pay no attention to the harrumphing woman in the glasses.
