Wanna hear something funny? I've swallowed my right contact lens. Suzie came over last night and made fun of me for having Snood's icon on my desktop, then proceeded to play the game herself for a long, long period of time. I wasn't particularly wanting to read Gilgamesh; plus, I was really tired from having to do my ME homework the night before. Our assignment was to spend an hour making a hat—any hat—and for the life of me I couldn't come up with any earthly ideas. Instead, I just busied myself with every chore and errand that I could possibly do until, at 4 am, I simply had to do something. I decided to do sit-ups on my floor as I was thinking to keep me away from any other chore or errand I could invent, and just as I sat down on the ground, I thought, "Snake!" So I proceeded to make a snake that coils snugly around your head using two coat hangers, newspaper, masking tape. This was pretty much done within an hour, but I still wanted to paint it. Alas, there was no paint in the room (this is college, and you expect me to be defaultly creative? ha!) so I had to budget time before my 10am class to go to the bookstore, paint the snake, aid its drying process with a blow drier, and clean up by waking up at 7:30. Blech.

I made it through all of yesterday—seminar, rehearsal, finally finalizing my IHUM class and section, ME, the last hour of ultimate practice, dinner, and a wild-goose chase to see Chris's squash match—with no problem. Mostly, I think, because everything was so interesting. Butwhile I was lying down, my contacts started feeling constricting, and I began to take them out. At this opportune moment, Suzie said something really funny and I laughed and inhaled and there went the lens, straight to the back of my throat. I tried to cough it out, to no avail, and even considered sticking my finger down my throat. At times like these, I wish I were bulimic because I'm deathly afraid of putting things into bodily orfices, fingers in throat included, and just couldn't bring myself to puke. So there went that option. I tried fully swallowing it, aided by a glass of water and Collin's graham cracker, but I might still feel it in the back of my throat. Or it could be the memory of it. It's not very uncomfortable, just ridiculous-feeling. Why oh why do I do stupid things to my body? I'd laugh about it, but I'm not a friend of laughter at the moment. After all, it was the act of laughing which brought this whole misadventure on.

And now, back to Gilgamesh!----- --------