I don't have a choice, but I'd still choose you
Right now my brain wants to add the disclaimer "I'm sure I don't look like this anymore," but I am overriding it: here is another picture from Wednesday's Burns Supper. I like it.

Also by Roger Gordy. Apparently he takes my headshots now.

Also by Roger Gordy. Apparently he takes my headshots now.

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I /suspect/ at least that you (and your mouth) will get used to them. If anything except maybe your teeth is hurting by a week from now, call your orthodontist and yell at (him/her/them/gtst).*
*(Sorry, I'm having a week of real and fictional genderambiguous people; and am simultaneously determined to be polite about this and alarmed (though also amused) by the complexity this can entail.)