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While cleaning out the back room just now, I think I found my contact lenses!

They were in a case which had gone bone dry, and were a bit leathery in texture, but I soaked them in rewetting solution, gave them a good cleaning and they softened right up. I'm pretty sure they're mine and not enochsmiles', since they appear to be torics; he does not have astigmatism and thus can wear the 30-day ones that you can sleep in, so he never puts his in a case.

Since I broke the right earpiece off my glasses a few weeks ago due to falling asleep with them on and rolling over on them, I popped in the contacts, and things seem about right; my close-in vision is a bit wonky, but then it always is when I switch from glasses to contacts, and my mid-range and distance vision seem perfect apart from the "wait, did I just grow six inches?" feeling that also accompanies the switch from glasses to contacts. This also leads me to believe that they are actually my contacts, since I am way more blind than enochsmiles.

I should really schedule my annual eye doctor visit, but this is a very happy discovery, because let me tell you, LJ, walking around in glasses that constantly tipped to the left was getting pretty old.