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FUCK A DUCK.

Lost my contact plunger down the sink. Note: I cannot get my contacts out by hand, they're the rigid hard kind. I wouldn't even want to try because if by some miracle it worked, it might only work for one and then I'd be more fucked. So it's a night of constant waking up for eyedrops followed by 15 minutes of semi-blindness in the morning followed by desperate calls to optometrists begging for contact plungers.

FUCK.

Bah, I hate doing these things

...which is why I don't usually. Had to do a flist cut--it's quite bloat-y already and my lj time is about to be cut back considerably. No hard feelings, I still think y'all are quite cool. Not like my flist is the swingin' place to be anyway, but I wanted to make a note. *smoochies to all*

One step forward, two steps back

Positive: I didn't wake up with the usual 15 minute fuzz I get from sleeping in my contacts, and I found an optometrist on Route 1 where I could buy a new plunger. (I bought two.) Props to raynos for dealing with sick!tired!irrational!upsetoverlosingcontactplungerme! last night.

Negative: I hate being sick. Hate hate hate. It's really only a cold but it's kind of knocked me on my ass. I want to clean, to be productive, to do something, but I feel so weak and tired even if I'm not sleepy-tired. Bah.