My laptop died, which is not nearly as bad as ripping one of your contacts, especially if they are your last pair and your optometrist is currently in the Witness Protection Program. And when you have Tallahassee's prescription, and your poor old eyes can't see without glasses that you have to buy from NASA, you gotta do what you gotta do.
Right now you're either thinking "who is that old guy and what does that even mean?" or "what is Saul Tigh doing there and what does that even mean?" I assure you it is from Battlestar Galactica, which is the best TV show since Arrested Development, and it is almost over.
At least it isn't about butts.
