Just walked past a mirror:
It's 1:00 p.m. and I haven't combed my hair yet.
My clothes are frightening to contemplate: unmatched in every possible respect.
I desperately need some chapstick.
I'm not even sick! But no one looking at me would expect anything but that excuse.
And then I read this, about cloning and creating chimeras. Thanks loads, Woo. :-)
Does any of this count as an excuse to go back to bed?
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