I have enormous respect for Krissie for putting up those Photo Booth photos every day. I think it’s a great idea, but Photo Booth makes most people look like Night of the Living Dead, so I have said, “No, thanks.” But tonight, still coming back from bad stuff, I thought, “If she can do it, I can do it.” (Krissie gets me in a lot of trouble that way.) It’s ten o’clock, I have no make-up on and I haven’t combed my hair, just tied it in a knot on my neck to get it out of the way while I type, but it’s not like I’m ever not tired, made-up, or coifed, so what the hell. And I’m behind about forty pictures so it’s time I got started.
I took the first one and looked at it and thought, “Dear God, am I that depressed?” […]