Today I felt too lazy to put together a legitimate outfit or shave, so I just threw on a black dress and black stockings. And a pendant necklace. Also, my hair’s out of control, per usual.
Then I looked in the mirror and saw this:
At first I thought I’d have to spend a few minutes finding another dress, or a less Celtic-looking necklace, or maybe even washing my hair again.
But then I realized: I’m on psychiatry right now.
NOT CHANGING A THING.