Not at the moment, I'm sleep deprived, unshaven, unshowered and wearing random clothes who's purpose is only to clothe me.<br/><br/>I look like the worst beatnik poet who's down on his luck and has been too busy mourning his co-dependent relationship with the leader of the local feminists group, writing psalms and poorly written limericks to remember basic hygiene and even how to eat right.<br/><br/>Yeah, I look that much a hot mess right now.