I was really tired last night but I was having so much fun playing with my new iPod and watching TV that I stayed up past midnight. After midnight my perception of time changes so much that I find myself spending lots of time doing stupid stuff. I went into the bathroom to brush my teeth and thought it would be a good idea to take a picture of my mowing injury:
On the riding lawn mower I almost got strangled by the birch tree, like I do every time I mow, but at the last second I put my head down and the branches scraped my chin instead of my neck. It really hurt and I thought I'd have a big scab, but it's just these little scrapes.
Why did I think it was a good idea to take a pic of the mowing injury? I don't know. I looked at the picture and saw how perfectly in focus the enormous pores on my face were and I decided I wasn't leaving the bathroom until I got a good picture of myself.
Yikes! That's not it. There's a lot of face behind that face! And the hair, my god, the hair! It was like I was looking at myself for the first time in days. Try again:
That's a good picture!... Of the camera! More ideas were forming. Teeth were not getting brushed.
That's a little better, but my hair still looks like an ill-fitting toupee. The flash looks like a ball of light. Almost like a ghost! ...More ideas forming.