with the advent of warmer weather and moister air, i’ve taken to wearing my contacts again. it’s kind of nice, a delicious change of pace and whatnot. but this morning as i was trying to slip the little buggers into my eyes, the right contact was being most difficult. i caught myself leaning over the bathroom sink and trying to reason with it.

“if you’d just hold still, i’ll take you out and fix you.”
“damnit.”
“i can’t do anything about this if you keep sliding to the top of my eye.”
“there, now isn’t that better?”

then i chastised myself for being such a doofis.