Friday, the external stitches dissolved and just came out. I pulled my lip down and took a look. S'OK. Skin's healed. You can sorta see where they worked. But I'd have to point it out for anyone to notice. I've been spending my time being quiet. I talk on the phone a great deal where I work. In low tones. Shorter tongue means I have to concentrate on pronouncing things right. Otherwise, I'm mute most of the time. Funny how someone with such a huge mouth got silenced. I view Killoggs daily. I want to post, not just respond. Staring at a blank screen. Blank, blank, blank. Is my mouth the only way I think? Am I that stupid? People pass by my cubicle and always as me why I'm so quiet. I don't want to fuck up my words. I say I'm fine, motion to my mouth, they go away, I get back on the phone and hope no one says "Can you repeat that, I don't understand you." Again, irony.

On the plus side, I can breathe just fine. Which is a good trade-off. I miss all y'all.