It's 59 hours to my next work day. I have a mostly full bottle of Smirnoff Green Apple for getting tanked, no cigarettes, and I'm wearing contact lenses.
Hit it!
...since 1972!
(LEO translates this "as ugly as sin", for the few of my colonial readers.)
My two sisters sent me this t-shirt as a very welcome birthday gift.
The birthday was on the 23.6., but the postal services involved were of
the belief I'd need some time to...reflect, so it arrived just a few days ago.
I have discovered that I can't smile: when I think that I look
nice, I scowl darkly. When I try to smile, I look like a patient post-lobotomy.
(No idea what I look like when I'm pissed and do frown.)
I've got a runny nose, I'm tired but a lot less rotund than the photo
suggests (83.5kg @ 186cm).
