So I was at the bank

and I noticed a really, really ugly woman in the monitor. You know how you just have to look at a car wreck, so I looked again, only this time in a split second I realized that the really ugly woman was me. OMG. I had dark circles under my eyes and I looked all gaunt and mean and uggggllly. I swear, I'd have frightened little children. I blame Harry Potter. I mean John Stewart is also partly to blame, but I never looked that ugly from just staying up to see John--It's all Harry's fault. So I'm standing there in line and without looking obvious I was trying to soften my face with a little smile and trying not to look at myself in the monitor, but pay attention to the ridiculously bored tellers to catch when they will actually look up and invite you to their cage. For a person who hates banks, I am treasurer for too many organizations.

Someone at the gym asked me what I had planned for today--I should have said, I'm practicing my smile to get just the right size that will alleviate the shadows under my eyes so that I won't scare little children.

Oh but there was a good line in Harry Potter. Dumbledoor was explaining to Harry that yes, as a man, he (Dumbledoor) does make mistakes, but being rather cleaverer than most, his mistakes are huger. HCIT.