I just washed a contact lens down the drain. It’s disposable, I have more, I can get more. It’s not a big deal, like it was my last one or anything.
I didn’t figure it out until after I’d poked at my eye for a few minutes (“Is it in there?”) and gotten it all red and irritated (“Must not be in there.”).
It’s not like it’s gonna swim down the drain and have a little adventure and meet back up with the other lens on the other side of the Great Eyeball.
I feel such a sense of loss. Bye bye, little contact lens. I’m off to see if I can drive without you.





