I don't know if this even counts as a confession, really. It's just... I keep checking the bathroom mirror, like, every half hour? Ever since that photographer sent over the headshots for my new portfolio site. The ones in, like, SUPER high-def. I guess I just never noticed the crow's feet before, or not like THAT, and now it's all I see. My face just looks... tired, I guess. And I'm only 37. Merda.