I was lying in bed last night, which is usually what I do at night, trying my best to get to sleep but my face absolutely refused to relax. Has this ever happened to you? Laying there in bed wondering why you feel so uptight when you finally realize that your face is all scrunched up like it smelled something bad and you can’t get it to relax?
Man, I hope I’m not the only one.
Anyway, there I was moving my facial muscles this way and that in hopes that whatever facial lever, spring or gear that was apparently jammed up would let loose when I finally decided just to give my face a quick rub. That’s when it happened…
…this couldn’t be my face could it?
I can’t understand it. This was hardly the first time I ever had un-jam my face so I could trip off to la-la land without a face cramp and I never noticed this before. My cheekbones were protruding! They never did that before or at least not that I noticed. So was the rest of the front of my skull as I kneaded my poor high strung face into submission. The mental image that formed in my mind while I traced out the exact dimensions of the front of my brain case almost put me off my lunch.
Gah!
Okay, so I’ve always been a rather slim individual (Skinny! I mean run around outside just to get a tan skinny!) and I know I lost 20 pounds while at the hospital but I swear that I had more flesh on my face a month ago or even last week. Where did it all go? I can’t be getting old that fast.
Can I?
This can’t go on. I need more flesh on my face. I don’t want to end up looking like Peter Cushing in Star Wars IV.
