Also today, we condluded the “Beardo the Wierdo” experiment. I hate shaving, but I found out that I hate having a beard more. I’d had some fantasies over the last couple of days about removing it bit by bit every day and showing up to work until I came in with a pencil-thin mustache after a week or so. But in the end, getting it all off my face was all I could think of doing. The final straw came last night drinking a smoothie and having an upper lip that was purple and drippy after every sip.
It’s too bad, in a way, because I had gotten pretty good at the Snidely Whiplash twirling tick.