Then I go upstairs and look in the mirror and realize my eyes were no longer matching. The one that had the troubled contact had somehow shrank the eyelid muscle (making the eye look much Western - rounder with a more prominent crease) and thus it was no longer symmetrical with the left eye. It was weird. It freaked me out. I spent the next ten minutes obsessively poking and blinking, trying to get my eyes back to their proper shape.
Nothing happened so I gave up and went to sleep, worrying that I'd be ugly forever.
Luckily, when I woke up this morning everything was back to normal. Both my grandmother and my mother have a 'drooping' eye (although Mom's isn't really noticable) so I know it might happen for real someday if the white genetics can't beat it.