I decided that it was time for me to stop feeling sorry for myself and wallowing around about Charlie not being here (though, seriously, Tesseract? Bring me Charlie), so I did the most basic thing that makes me feel better that takes little effort.
A makeover!
Okay, so it wasn't really a makeover. I just used my daughter of Aphrodite voodoo (note: not actually voodoo) to change my hair, so now it's shorter and adorable and I kind of wish I'd have thought of it eons ago. I feel sassy. I don't know if I actually can manage sassy, but I feel it and I figure that's a step above Woe Is Me.
So, there you have it, people of Potts Tower. Silena Beauregard's vain announcement of the month. (Everyone gets at least one.)