Today, I got my new Virginia drivers license in the mail and the horrible picture nearly drove me into a tizzy. I look like an oily, sleep deprived psychopath. But then again, maybe it's the crankiness talking. My roommate tried to make me feel better by telling me that it looks film noir - essentially an artsy spin on a creepy black and white photo, but thanks for trying.
Sadly, I look more like the driver in my photo than his lovely passenger.
It's a stupid thing to care so much about, but I really liked my old picture and like I said, I've been a bit of a cranky baby lately. Thankfully, though my cupboards are bare, I found a chocolate stash in the freezer that I'd almost forgot about and soothed my nerves with a little molten lava cake. Once again, chocolate came to my rescue. Nom, nom, nom, I feel much better equipped to cope with the petty trials of life again.