Allyson, I too have that day on a regular basis. Today I had a variation on that day: everyone is going to think I am really stupid when they read my lame-ass personal statement.

MM, you don't want to know how much I want to use yours. Priceless.

Brenda, great news about your review!

Vortex, I cannot believe the nerve of those people. What good is storage if you have to balance a flashlight on your head to find anything?

Good onya, brenda!

I have too much jewelry. There's maybe one or two gold earrings in there, and no gem more valuable than garnet or amethyst...wait, I'm not sure where to file pearls, although they aren't particularly fine examples of that either.

Man, we have this great huge deadline at work (cf daily hell meetings) and I'm getting squished from both sides to give info and to wait for info and I swear it's all not my fault.

It's a freaking miracle I don't feel stupid.

I don't want to take my 365 picture today.

MM, you don't want to know how much I want to use yours. Priceless.

Hey, I say give it a shot. At the very least, they'll remember you.

ita, sorry work is stressing you out. Also very sorry about the Sisyphusian conference call.

Pardon my spelling. Blackberry-induced thumb malfunction.

ita, what kind of picture can you take where it shows the least amount of you?

If I were doing that, I'd probably have a picture a week of my hand flipping a bird.

This is why I'm not an artist.

If I were doing that, I'd probably have a picture a week of my hand flipping a bird.

This, possibly two, plus the world would find out just how much time I spend on the couch in sweats. You 365ers are cray-zee.

I don't want to take my 365 picture today.

Feet. Seriously. My abroad roommate has a whole study of my feet over the course of 5 months (taken while I was sleeping, which, L? I love you but that's freaky!)

I know my lack of confidence is silly. I mean, I waste SO MUCH TIME and yet people are happy with my work. Of course, I'm a failed perfectionist with a side of failed ambition. Good enough is never, well, good enough. Yet, I can't be assed. And so much more that I'm not going to detail.

If I were doing that, I'd probably have a picture a week of my hand flipping a bird.

That would be Sundays.

Not taking pictures of my feet because I don't like them enough to splatter the web with them. However I'm still struck with the asymmetry of my jaw and the size of my breasts and....well, you know how that list can go on.

I pulled out the tripod and one of the standing lights and had a go at...well, it's a picture of me. I wouldn't go as far as calling it a portrait, but it's something.

sara, you know what will help you realize you are as awesome as we know you are? house. ijs.