I saw a mother and son with matching mustaches on the metro yesterday.
Today, pretty much the only thing of note that happened was that I got a hive on my lip again. As most of you know, I've got this weird auto-immune disorder that basically means that I'm indefinitely allergic to myself and I have hives a lot. This is pretty much all fun, all the time. However, I've been doing much better the last six months, and Russia's been good for my health. Anyway, because I feel like a huge idiot when my lip swells up, I took a picture of it.


And while we're on the subject of pictures, there will very likely not ever be any pictures of me here, since I wholeheartedly believe that digital cameras were invented so that ugly people could reveal to the world how hideous they actually are, and to show those who are at least moderately attractive at our worst. But there will pictures of parts of me (no, Dennis, probably not breasts, but we could discuss...) if they acquire interesting hives or bruises.

I feel like I should write more and put in something amusing or entertaining, but nothing happened and I'm feeling uninspired. Maybe something fun will happen tomorrow.