Rebellion

Friday.  After a 12 hour workday, I'm ready to let 'er rip tater chip.  I arrive at a friend's house, late, believing sparring with the guys is on the cards.
No.  
I get relegated to the girls' room and am submitted to a facial mud mask. This is how I show my protest:

I find eyeliner and use it all up.
I think I have made my point. 

My skin is softer this morning...