When I was in college, my roommate and I both wore those gas-perm contact lenses. They did well for us for the most part, but they would act up from time to time, usually when it was least convenient. We discovered, however, that the exact moment we gave up trying to figure out what was wrong with them and picked up the contact case to take them out, all pain would cease. Thus, we decided that they were alive, messing with us, and were crying out, "No, not the case! Anything but the case! We'll be good, we promise!" when thus threatened with replacement.
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Date: 2006-05-26 06:07 pm (UTC)Obviously your computer is a descendent. *g*
Good luck!!