I hate time zones

So. This morning I was getting up at the bright hour of 6:45am. Except that the clock I use for my alarm is my Norwegian cell phone, which is so old and stupid it must be set manually (my American cell phone updates time zones automatically). I haven't used it since I was on the east coast, hence it was one hour early. So yeah, it's now 6:18 and I'm all showered and wide awake. Fuck, fuckety-fuck.

Anyway, here's a picture of me from Wednesday afternoon, when I'd just gotten a ten-dollar hair massacre just outside Houston.