You can't call it vanity if it's artistic

Dear Heart,
I've started talking to myself again. First sign of madness, so they say. I do hope not!
Today was supposed to be an homage to last year's blip for the 28th; taken the morning before Shaking Hands Gate. But I was very much on my own today, and had no beautiful sisters to pose for me. So I poured a cup of hot chocolate and photographed my face!
Unfortunately, what began as an attempt at art soon turned into fully-fledged, vanity-motivated paranoia: I wanted to know what I looked like when I laughed. Second sign of madness, perhaps?
Love, Lydia x
P.S. Remind me never to walk into cemeteries by myself. I visited Cathays' this afternoon as the sun was going down, and left two minutes later with damp eyes. I'm such a sap...