The solitary interesting bit of today was when I sprayed myself in the eye with perfume... again. When I was in High School, I did the exact same damn thing only to the nth degree. Today, in the stead of rushing to the optometrist, I stood under a cold shower with my eyes open and shudder-laughed at my own idiocy.

Coincidentally, also related to perfume, one of my bottles has a foreskin:

And I also found pictures (in my webcam folder) from before I had to cut my hair and it makes my insides sad but you can tell from the picture that I was dye-mad and needed to be scared straight:


Also watched a debate with Michael Shermer and feel my dorky crush growing like a ... growing thing. Analogy fail night. I woke up on the wrong side of my brain today, apparently.