Oh my f-ing god. I was feeling lightheaded, wobbled over the bathroom, started to pass out toward the toilet, and - I cannot believe this - my fabulous little black eyeglasses fell off my head, into the can, and reaching out to steady myself, I flushed the goddamn glasses down the john.
RIP, fabulous little black eyeglasses.
Damn you, damn you, foul evil stomach bug!
My driving glasses are in the car. I'm now wearing some vintage giant owl-eye glasses I dug out of my crafty girl art box.
As I just wrote to a friend, is there a prize for "Worst Freaking Year Ever"?
My coworkers are right, I just need to travel around in a giant bubble.