Not My Best

This morning a coworker came up to me asking if I was "feeling alright". She thought I looked a little tired and, knowing that I was a frequent migraine sufferer, thought I might be in the throes of one.

Um. Nope. Feeling okay, thanks.

Coming back from lunch, a different coworker asked me what was wrong because I "looked pissed".

Um. Nope. Besides the fact that it is Monday, no more pissed than usual.

Dang. I think I must need a facelift, peel or some other sort of facial alteration/beautification procedure, or perhaps I just need to drink more in the mornings. You know, for that "cheerful rosy glow".