The inspiring Misty Mawn often hosts a self portrait day. And my beloved Beth has begun participating and encouraging, so ... so ... I'm going for it. -- I know already I won't have time tomorrow, so I'm taking care of it tonight, my first time participating. I don't have a timer or cord to step away from my Daddy-O Cam, so I get close-ups upon close-ups ... and scare myself with the circles under my eyes. god. damn. Or better yet, Eesh! Blimey! Shite! Anyway, here I am, a la the end of a very tough Tuesday. New curls. New curls which I didn't realize, until I deleted 20 other head shots, need desperately to be trimmed, weeded, thinned and otherwise GROOMED. Migraine eye. Always on the right. Kaput. And that's an understatement. Powerful but much-overlooked Toni-place. The collarbone. My brothers call me Bone. Tone the Bone, Bonehead, Bonith, but mainly Bone. Hence my Bad to the Bone shirt means more than just the song title. But I LOVE the song, too. b-b-bad to the b-b-bone. But not today. Not today. Today has been a tough one. Tough emotions, tough love, tough questions, tough migraine. I surrender. For now.