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my left eye eats contacts

It's a Sunday morning. And while I'd traditionally spend the next few hours in bed, my apartment building came alive at about 8:30 and there was no going back to sleep for me. The guy upstairs got up and started walking around, and at one point in my sleepy haze I thought he was trying to tap me a message through the floor to get me up. I now realize he was probably not trying to tap me a message.

But, having just put in my contact lenses, I now know that my left eye eats things. somehow. Yesterday morning I woke up at Emily's apartment, went to put my contact lenses in, and realized that 1/4 of my left eye contact was missing. It was cut cleanly off with a line directly through the contact. I said "huh" and chalked it up to clumsy contact storage. When I got home later in the day (after lots of squinting), I replaced both left and right contacts. Today I wake up, repeat the contacts-in-eyes routine for the 5,800th time (that's an estimate - I've been wearing since 1986) and discover that the same thing happened to my brand new left eye contact. There's a chunk torn out of it much smaller than yesterday's. It's almost inexplicable how this could happen two days in a row. What's up, God?

So, like I said, I'm up early today. I'm thinking about working on some source code that I SHOULD have worked on at work on Friday, but Friday was a sick day. The kind of sick day where you go drive across the golden gate bridge to try Joe's Taco Lounge.