My upper lip saw the light of day for the first time in a long time last night. I kept the beard-y thing, of course. Having just the soul patch means you’re the bad guy. Still, I think I look like a deranged Muppet.
Which I kind of like.
No huge anti-V-Day screed as yet. Too tired and just slightly hungover. Damn you gin and tonic! Why do you taste so good? I guess I’ll be wandering around all day smelling of pine trees. Yummy.
What a miserable damned week. I didn’t realize it until Tuesday but this is a double-whammy week. Friday the 13th followed directly by the dreaded V-Day. Jaysus. Relative warmth and sunshine means I’ll be on the mountain all weekend. Beats the hell out of thinking about such things.