Nick Nolte looks how I feel
Not generally in life though you understand. In the normal turning of the world we are in no way similar, but today I am pretty knackered and therefore feel like poo on a stick, a poopsicle if you will.
And though he has provided an excellent visual metaphor for my decrepit state today, there endeth the similarity. I am however regretting my choice of Hawaiian shirt this morning though…
I hear ya sister. This is what looked back at me from my bathroom mirror this morning. Except Nolte’s hair is more lustrous.