Puzzle loaned me her new objective for awhile at an afterparty and now the voice in my head I've successfully silenced (mostly atleast) for YEARS is SCREAMING bloody agony and howling: woman you need to buy a new lens, okay, what the fuck is wrong with you -- how have you even survived with this kit-shit oh bloody horsefuckery you need a new one. Dumbo.
....aaaaaaand that's my cue to writhe around because still poor. But this lens was so wonderful! Magic! My friends are also magic. And that blue light too. MAGIC I say.