Why is the world against me? Really, why?

So Monday night I'm cleaning my contacts, and one rips. Ohhhkay. I dig through my bags, only to realize I forgot to pack an extra pair. Whups! Not good, seeing as I think I was a few weeks overdue in changing them, which would explain why the felt rather itchy and like they had crud on them.

So I called the optometrists office, and luckily they had a trial pair I could have that should last until I get back to school. Wait, not 'should' last, but 'should have lasted'.

Because I was totally cleaning my right one tonight and it ripped. In a perfect straight line, before the very centre got punched out in a perfect circle.

I hate everyone.