This afternoon I twittered that today was going to cause a permanent frow to occur on my brow. It's not that today was bad, it's that it was full of many puzzles, some that caught me off guard, some that made me angry, and all of which caused me to make that face.
All day long, whenever I would stop to think about what I was working on, I would find my face in that awkward unappealing position. Nary a smile was to be found. And not to sound like a 31 year old culturally irrelevant cat, but man i fucking hate mondays.
