All week I've been putting off my facial hair trim. I mean, last weekend i trimmed the whole thing, used a buzzer set at number 2, but knew that i had more to do. This office job I'm starting in 7 hours requires a 'cleaner' look. I think the stress of procrastination, winter cold on my skin, and stubbornness all climaxed this morning before the sun woke me up. I had a nightmare about being completely facial-hair less. I out of bed and immediately ran to the nearest mirror and sighed relief when i realized it was just my subconscious fucking with me. Again.

You'd think with all the horror movies I've been watching this blizzard it would have been a little more gory/interesting. oh well. here is me. cleaned up.