None But Eagles

I went to sleep with a fat lip and woke up to find it fatter. It took an hour to get through to the doctor’s office after drinking my breakfast with a straw. I took some diphenhydramine hydrochloride and managed to read some ten pages before I fell asleep. I ate my lunch with small bites and spent the rest of the afternoon on the sofa in a zombie-like state. I missed a class last week so I pushed myself to go tonight, and in an effort to have something behind which to hide my swollen mouth and napped-upon hair and inability to smile, I wore a bright bold striped dress that I would usually be nervous about wearing in public. Class ended an hour early, so that it seemed that the length of time I spent reading before and after class, while getting there and coming back, was longer than the class itself such that the exercise ended up being more or less pointless.