Then I lost a contact.
I now remember why I'm not a happy person. Just about any little thing that goes wrong (in my defense, this was a little more than usual; I'm now squinting out of a pair of mangled glasses that look worse than Harry Potter's pre-Hogwarts, and the Emory health care people just completely suck -- they know you have to come there, so why should they both making it pleasant for you? Fuck them, I'm going to LensCrafters) puts me into hysterics, makes me feel like I have no control over my life.
I'm a little calmer now. But now I'm upset with myself.
*whimpers* I don't wanna be a crazy person.