...'cause it's going to be in my passport photo for the next ten years.
I stopped in to the post office to buy some stamps and ask where I could get a passport photo taken... turns out, they take them at my local PO branch. Next thing I knew, I was getting my picture taken: unshowered, un-makeupped, post-Easter, and wearing whatever I threw on that morning.
Ah, well. We must always be ready to accept the consequences of our actions, right? Really, it's not a bad picture at all.