My Own Personal Peephole.

It's only 1:39 PM, and yet, I feel like today's been long enough.

I went to our state's largest waterpark two days ago, and have been tired ever since.

Well, actually, it's only been my eyes. I wore my contacts underwater, and they seemed fine at the time, but now, my eyes look nasty bloodshot. Even though I've been asleep for 20 of the past 24 hours.

So now, Mommy's convinced my eyes will be the death of me if I don't wear my glasses for a few days. And, because I feel terrible for making her all crazy with worry,my brown framed glasses are sitting on the bridge of my nose, framing everything I see.

My hesistation to wearing glasses isn't because they make me look like the nerd I really am, it's actually due to the fact that my head feels like it's being covered by a box and my eyes are being forced to look out of a little window someone carved for my eyes to look through. You know, one of those peepholes?

The peephole sort of stays in one place, so if I want to look at something to my right, I've got to turn the box (my head) and look to my right. Although you're probably thinking with as much sarcasm as you can muster, "Turning your head, how difficult...", I'll have you know that it is absolutely one of the most bothersome tasks to ever be assigned.

Contacts are, hands down, towards the tip-top of my Best Inventions Ever list. Without them...well, I wouldn't even want to think about a world without contacts.

So, thank you contacts, for existing.