
Sometimes I get really tickled at what I look like when I'm working late. Like tonight.
It's almost 9pm on a beautiful Friday night, and I'm sitting in front of the computer trying to finish some projects up.
Occasionally I'll flip on the Photo Booth and have a chuckle at myself, as I'm usually not wearing makeup, my hair is a hot mess, and my glasses are never on straight. Or maybe my face is just crooked.
Anywho, I thought I would share the chuckle.
I'm hoping to scoot away from the computer by 10. I wonder if it will be possible...

It's almost 9pm on a beautiful Friday night, and I'm sitting in front of the computer trying to finish some projects up.
Occasionally I'll flip on the Photo Booth and have a chuckle at myself, as I'm usually not wearing makeup, my hair is a hot mess, and my glasses are never on straight. Or maybe my face is just crooked.
Anywho, I thought I would share the chuckle.
I'm hoping to scoot away from the computer by 10. I wonder if it will be possible...










No, I'm not talking about some silly movie whose best actor was a red stapler. I'm talking about my workspace. My office. My design studio.

I know, I know. I did it again.





















