… ha, ha, ha.
I originally wanted this to be just my eyes and forehead, but my face just wouldn’t comply! I took about 20 photos, and this was the best — a word I use very loosely indeed.
Perhaps destiny is having its wicked way with me, though. Maybe I’m meant to take awful self portraits this year. Maybe this is just the next stop on my journey to take the worst self portrait in the world.
Oh, and yes, I should probably do something about my eyebrow(s). I dunno though; it’s kind of like my back and ass hair that I’ve so carefully cultivated over the last few years. To mow it down now would be admitting defeat.