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When I'm loney, I trim my beard. A lot. Not like a lot at once, it's just that every little hair that's a half inch longer than the stuff around it screams for my attention until I go, grab my trimmer, nip it and a few of its neighbors, and go back to the computer, at which time another one starts saying "cut me, cut me!" Wierd habits. It's somewhat theraputic, though, and wastes time until bjforester gets back. Hopefully I'll still have a beard when she gets back, but she may be gone till 2:30 in the morning, or something like that, so I might just be clean shaven when she returns.