This morning I was overjoyed to have the stitches removed from my lower lip after last Wednesday's graceful, face-first swan dive into the asphalt on 14th Street. Despite a bit of residual lopsidedness, the lip is looking much little less Hedda Nussbaum and a little more Angelina Jolie. In a word: Puffy! Lesson I learned from the experience: never never ever ever run for the bus, especially when wearing huge flared raver pants.