I went in for my annual eye exam today and was informed that I’m among the last 3% of the contact lens market who still purchases an annual pair of contacts. My new doctor was mortified. I’m not sure why I held out so long — at first it was the cost difference, and then I figured that I wouldn’t mess with something that worked well for me. It seems odd that I would intentionally be ten years behind on this, since I'm reasonably current in other areas. I loves my G4 (and lust after a G5), and the iPod, and the digital hearing aid, and all the bluetooth keyboards and mice and whatnot around here. So the upshot is that I now have every-other-month disposables, which have become cheaper than year-long contacts anyway.

Then tonight Mister Boyfriend and I went out to Office Depot and the grocery store. The best part of Office Depot was when I found this little keyboard cleaning kit. I promptly went home and cleaned all the keyboards in the house (five) with it. It is a wonderful, precise little tool — particularly in our cases, since both of us tend to eat at our desks and one of us is a tea-spilling smoker. I am, however, disturbed by how much glee I took in the process. Apparently there is no escape from the dork within.