Like
A Lady and the
Belgian Waffle before me, I drew a set of brain-portraits. Actually, what I tried to draw was a clever diagram of my brain laid out like the phrenology head I have on my mantel, but then I accepted that in addition to having truly horrendous handwriting (this
is my "neat penmanship", thank you very much), I also cannot draw for shit.
Today's brain, which you may not actually care about, falls squarely into the Good Day camp (job prospects looking up, a run along Lake Michigan this morning, talking to my grandfather on his 90th birthday).
Navel-gazing with a touch of ego, ahoy!

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