After a year of struggling with wearing my eye spectacles I finally got contacts. What prompted this? Perhaps it was me walking into the men's bathroom accidentally, or seeing people in the hallways and only being able to identify who they are because of their specific body shape (a system that has failed a few times). I'm loving the contacts. In fact I am wearing them right now, and I managed to put them in without the help of my roommate Amber. I even took them out by myself last night. Soon I will be able to do it in under 30 minutes.
While I am on the subject- I wish my eyes were able to take pictures. Not just mental pictures that I can see in my head but pictures that I could share with all of you. I see some pretty fantastic things that I wish we could discuss later. Like yesterday the guy with the handle bar mustache that reached to his collar bones. The best part is that he was other wise clean cut wearing a pair of Nike's. I felt like he should have been in a saloon, spurs on his boots, dust everywhere and a tumble weed should roll by.
Wouldn't it be that much better if I had a picture to show?
I can see clearly now.