today my eyebags were..um..what's the adjective for it? shall we say, baggier than they usually are. i couldn't get myself to sleep last night. i felt the fatigue in my bones but whenever my eyes flap down my free-willing imagination quickly drives it back up.
maybe, it was because of last night's nip/tuck episode. maybe.
it's probably that talking cadaver's head's fault. although her intentions weren't scary, it freaked me out when the cadaver (dictionary definition: dead body. corpse.) said "ouch!" while dr. mcnamara was giving her a rhinoplasty or something.
sean: "what did your head die of?"
christian: "heart attack. you?"
sean: "killed herself."
christian: "hey, wanna switch heads? mine is a midget and it's hard to operate on her with my big hands."
plastic surgeons. they're such a blast.
so after that, i couldn't sleep. something (...or someone unseen. joke.) kept me up last night and i only considered it a miracle when somehow, i drifted off to dreamland. then, i woke up early this morning (hey, it's a jazzy monday) and on my way to the shower i noticed big black patches below my eyes!!! *gasp*
(i was used to seeing my face normal as it should be.)
and then i played with the skin below my eyes, and figured out by myself why they call it eyebags.
screw consciousness! sleep rules! :D
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