What's wrong with this picture? (Or, why I might have to give up wearing deodorant if I don't get some effing sleep!)

I am tired. TIRED. I have not had an uninterrupted night's sleep in a week. Between cats and Mr.Q's rock&roll fantasy (and the crazy hours that come with it) and sirens and trains and cargo cranes and the landlord calling LATE last night from Whistler (could I go check on the pump in the drainage trench he's dug in the back yard trying to get this flooded-basement-which-happens-to-be-our-apartment-problem under control?) and so on....I haven't had the greatest sleep the last week.

I am tired enough that when I went for coffee this morning at work, I announced (jokingly, I thought) that I should go get caffeine before I "ate somebody's head"...apparently I sounded a little more serious than I thought. (I also may have said "fuck" in front of a student....ooops!)

To top it all off, I wore a black T-shirt today. Which turned out to be a bad idea. Can you guess why?

Here's another hint:

Yes, I had to wear it like that all day. Because wearing it inside out looked moderately better than turning it right-side-out and going around with big ol' chalky-looking pit-stick stains around my dainty under-arms.

(Ask me how freaking brilliant I felt.....!)