Woah
Sometimes all it takes is a little glance in the mirror to snap a vicious mental cycle, and I don't mean the cliched, Michael Jackson metaphorical mirror. I rarely look to the mirror for any sort of guidance, which explains why my hair's always a mess, why at least once per week I notice dried toothpaste clinging to the edge of my lip, and why, as was the case about two minutes ago, I sometimes completely freak out at my ghastly mug.