Just when I thought there wasn’t enough excitement in my life… I think God was trying to tell me to stop going to the mall or something because everything was going well until I crossed the street to enter the beautiful concrete mass that is Valley Fair.

Just as I saw the little pedestrian light flicker from a hand to the silly walking man, I felt that slight itch on my eyelid, as if someone had been gently stroking it with a feather that came from a pine cone. Instinctively, I reached out to soothe my eyelid. As luck would have it, the breeze picked up and and my lens popped out. My contact was… well… gone with the wind.

Stumbling about with only one eye capable of making out shapes more than 4 inches in front of me, I somehow managed to find my way into a LensCrafters. Once there, I promptly tricked the doctor into giving me a sample lens so I could make my way home. So now, I’m stuck with these 4-year old pair of glasses that were prescribed by the generally incompetent doctor who told me I was going blind.

Thankfully, my appointment is this afternoon, where I can hopefully cajole the doctor into giving me another pair to last me until my custom lenses come in. You know, that laser surgery bit is looking better with each passing moment.