Sunday, May 31, 2009


I just took out my contacts for the first time since I've been home from Spain. Dovis and I sometimes argued about this. He would get mad at me for leaving them in so long, and I would retort that my contacts were meant to be worn for a while. He would insist that I take them out every night and protect my eyes. He wears contacts, and takes them out as soon as he walks in his house - ergo, he is always wearing glasses while at home, and while out, he is never caught without contact solution and eye drops.

For some reason, having my contacts out for the first time since Valencia makes me sad.

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