I decided, after the incident at the Scissor Sisters gig where my glasses flew over the balcony and I hung over the edge upside down by my toes to get them back, that it may be a better idea to wear contact lenses this time around so I did.
On the way back however, I was tellin the story of how my first girlfriend got run over and we were laughing so hard right contact lens popped out of my eye. I assumed that the left one had too, til I woke up this morning with a throbbing headache.
An hour after getting out of bed, the second one pops out onto my desk, folded in half and covered in dust.
I suppose that's karma.
