Beard fever ...... CATCH IT!!!!!
Before we got on with other business, sore tooth-watch day 11 brings me with little pain or discomfort but still annoyance. I had no idea one tiny flap of gum could cause such an annoyance. I'm hoping within a couple more days I can be back to my chewy self.
On the beard front, I think I'm officially out of the "Homeless Biter" woods and starting to make my way into "Distinguished Middle Management" state. I'm soon hoping to move up to "Heavy Metal Lead Singer" territory. Then maybe I can start sporting some Captain Lou Albano (I never realized Captain Lou was one letter away from being Captain Albino, protector of the un-pigmented) rubber bands, the Mecca of beard-dom I feel. Dare to dream. I still haven't come up for a cause to support with it though.
In other news, Death Storm #118 is about to reign snowy death from the heavens once again. This time they're saying in the neighborhood of 5-7" (and I'm not talking amateur pron hour here). We've had a lot of snow this winter and I am yet to get my sledding on. This is distressing to me as I have a love of sledding. Perhaps I should call off work tomorrow and partake.
I'd prolong this if I had any grand adventures to speak of, but I haven't. I've been kind of a homebody. I am pretty geeked to hopefully see the final nail go into the Hillary Clinton campaign coffin tonight. Ohio and Texas, don't let me down (although you always do, why do you hate me?). So, go and watch history tonight (hopefully). I'll be dodging snow as I drive home and then watching repetitive election coverage with magic-hand pie charts. To any of you in Texas, Ohio, Rhode Island and Vermont ..... vote dammit and vote Obama or else Captain Albino will steal your pigmentation (like he did to Michael Jackson).
On the beard front, I think I'm officially out of the "Homeless Biter" woods and starting to make my way into "Distinguished Middle Management" state. I'm soon hoping to move up to "Heavy Metal Lead Singer" territory. Then maybe I can start sporting some Captain Lou Albano (I never realized Captain Lou was one letter away from being Captain Albino, protector of the un-pigmented) rubber bands, the Mecca of beard-dom I feel. Dare to dream. I still haven't come up for a cause to support with it though.
In other news, Death Storm #118 is about to reign snowy death from the heavens once again. This time they're saying in the neighborhood of 5-7" (and I'm not talking amateur pron hour here). We've had a lot of snow this winter and I am yet to get my sledding on. This is distressing to me as I have a love of sledding. Perhaps I should call off work tomorrow and partake.
I'd prolong this if I had any grand adventures to speak of, but I haven't. I've been kind of a homebody. I am pretty geeked to hopefully see the final nail go into the Hillary Clinton campaign coffin tonight. Ohio and Texas, don't let me down (although you always do, why do you hate me?). So, go and watch history tonight (hopefully). I'll be dodging snow as I drive home and then watching repetitive election coverage with magic-hand pie charts. To any of you in Texas, Ohio, Rhode Island and Vermont ..... vote dammit and vote Obama or else Captain Albino will steal your pigmentation (like he did to Michael Jackson).