Ye gods… it’s day 13 and I’m now thoroughly sick of my face.
I’ve just pored through about 100 photos of my face. Zoomed in. Warts, monobrow and ALL. No one should ever have to do that. Maybe 365 isn’t for me; maybe I should leave it to the narcissists that actually like looking at themselves in photos.
This is my face. Curiously, when you can only see half of it, I look twice as attractive. My beauty is governed by the inverse-square law, obviously.
That’s a Beanie Baby on my shoulder. He has the dubious title of being the only male stuffed toy within arm’s reach of my computer chair.