So I was going to explain today’s excursion into frivolity as a way to re-imagine oneself. Or as a technique by which a writer can put herself in somebody else’s shoes, and visualize life in other times. That it’s research, in other words. But who am I kidding?
Yearbook Yourself poses you in a variety of guises and many, many hideous hairstyles from 1950 to 2000. You can go from Rebel Without a Cause to The Breakfast Club without taking a breath. See how you would have looked sitting next to your mother in chemistry class. Shudder at the knowledge that at least a few of these photos may have been lifted straight from your high school yearbook. 
Yes, I am currently writing 2,000 words a day of the new novel. And I am the High Priestess of Procrastination. But August starts this weekend, and I like to get a head start on the silly season.
You look very Mary Tyler Moore when she was perky and spunky and cute–you know, before she turned into the Joker.
Wow. That second was is painful. And to think, I tried really, really hard to get my hair to look like that. But you have a pretty face.
Creepy!