Eye isn't scratched or anything, according to the Opto lady, though she lectured me pretty harshly on what my sleeping-in-contact-lenses "issues". Apprently I could die of something like cancer or something from it. Who knew.
On the other hand, I also have to go find a doctor tomorrow to prescribe me an anti-biotic eye drop thing. Bugger. More time wasted.
Got Tank fixed by tutor, only he then left campus. With it.
We should just rename this rename this blog "Bright and 'Dude who swears all the time'", 'cause I mean, come on... fuck.