When I staggered out of bed this morning, I glanced in the bathroom mirror and knew I had to capture that special look. That crazy hair look is so me. Kinda like a brown throw pillow that has a busted seam and the stuffing is coming out. That's just on the surface, of course. Look at the angst in those eyes, the suffering and tragedy--why, it's a little personal Guernica! Except instead of fascism, torture, firing squads, and death, it's about overdue library books, microwave dinners that taste like shit, and humidity. Hey! Don't judge me!