I Can't Be a Pirate

...at least, not a one-eyed one.

I ripped a contact this morning, so I decided to wear a new batch, as it is a few weeks old anyway. Only, this set of contacts I have are always folded, so they fit funny for a while. There was one in particular that was folded and then warped in some strange way, but I thought I just might try wearing it anyway, and it would right itself in time, like they usually do.

Apparently it didn't and didn't want to, and it fell out of my eyeball while moving around today.

Driving on the 405 with one good eye is a trip.

More highlights of my day (it will be worth it) later.