Who is that fetching young lass?

Last night was another doozy with Senor Wakey-man, but I am committed to deliver unto you, my faithful readers, my inane daily drivel.

It’s so weird, sometimes, when you see someone from your past. It’s especially weird when you see that someone in the mirror.

It seems that I’ve dumped a bit more weight in my face this week, as I am looking more and more like that bright-eyed, ‘watch-me-conquer-the-world’ girl in my senior pictures. Sure, my face is a bit more timeworn now, definitely more hard, but it’s more than a little disturbing how much my hair looks exactly the same.