Bags to My Knees

Under-eye bags, that is. I wish that at least my tiredness could be conveyed in a sexy-child-waif-Kate-Moss type of face. Unfortunately, my reflection tells me otherwise. I'm more of a grouchy bulldog facing a powerful gust of wind - attractive, I know. I need earbuds. I have lived almost half a year without working earbuds, and before that I was using a set with only 1 working earbud. It could be worse. I am aware: I could have terrible taste in music. In which case, non-functional earbuds would be saving me from my own terrible choices. Although, let's face it - the music I enjoy most is either really popular from 18 months ago or terribly embarrassing 90s style. Or Liza Minnelli. Or doo-wop. Or - you know what, let's just stop here.

There are some things that I'm really excited for right now (CHRISTMAAAAS, cold weather, painted fingernails, cookies), but my drooping eyelids say otherwise.

Cannot even figure out how to end this