In six years? I've never lost, ripped or in any other way destroyed a contact lens.
Until now. Forgetting the fact that I
normally look like some kind of sixteen year old, I'm now reduced further in age by my glasses, which? I didn't pick. They don't fit my face and though I can see without them... ish? I can't really do much reading or anything without them.
This. Bites.
I looked all over my pillow and everything. Nowhere to be found. I don't even know WHY I had my glasses with me and no second set of contacts, but? Here we are.
And now I'm suddenly twelve.