trousers can be deceiving

Today's trousers: from this photo they look awfully normal.  I look awfully normal. 
Luckily, these trousers are deceiving.  I have Helena Bonham-Carter-eqse (HBC) hair (though it is admirably tamed, sort of) today.  It is Bride of Frankenstein hair.  It is epic.

And though I have had my V8 AND all my vitamins, I have pre-caffeine face.  A lot.  Strange hair, strange face, normal trousers.  It may be a strange day.

The apparent normalness of my trousers reminded me of something I came up with this summer: the ugliness of the elastic waistband of your soul.

Oh, and in other news... I seem to have a boyfriend.  Yep.  I have reacquired my beloved Mr. Cereal.  No more excruciating first dates for the foreseeable future.  I am ecstatic.  Not over the lack of first dates, which is great, but because I genuinely love Mr. Cereal.  And he does not mind (and indeed enjoys) if I talk about genocide, Stalinworld, etc.  I am a terrifically lucky girl, even if only for a brief time.  And I am happy.