babyface
I have an "owie" above my left eye, a "booboo" if you will; and although it's as miniscule as my euphemisms suggest, requiring both of two sutures (I declined Dermabond; thanks, I'll pass on the Krazy Glue substitute), it has become a focal point of my physical being. I am somehow larger, more lumbering because it is so small. That its inciting event was a brief encounter with a left-open cupboard door only makes me feel more conspicuously clumsy. There is a grave accent over the eyebrow I am currently reluctant to cock, denoting a timid, completely internal disaffection that I will be glad to rid myself of come Monday, when the stitches come out.
Come, Monday, come. Stitches come out. Monday can't come soon enough.
Come, Monday, come. Stitches come out. Monday can't come soon enough.