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Abe Lincoln, Eat Your Heart Out
December 16, 2008

After missing work yesterday due to a witch’s curse, I’m back.

How did I get better so quickly? Well, one, I had a lot of nice people praying for me. Two, my immune system is wicked awesome. And three, I drank a homemade elixir of Coke Zero, peanut butter and veggie pizza (three of the most wonderful things on this planet). Hey, don’t knock it until you’ve tried it.

I’m not sure why, but I seem to have grown a beard. I haven’t shaved for four weeks or so.

What’s the deal? Well, it started innocently enough…

Day One

“Dang, I overslept. What time is it? Okay, good…I’m only ten minutes behind schedule. I can make that up. I just have to get moving. [In shower] Do I shave? Nah, I shaved yesterday. Besides [looks in mirror], I look awesome.”

Day Two

“I don’t have the energy to shave. I’m tired. Besides [looks in mirror], I still look awesome. I’m going to write a poem about my face [gets out pen and paper]…”

Day Three

“Hey, I’ve got that cool ‘not shaved’ look going on like the guy on House. No way am I going to shave now!”

Days Four Through Seven

“My…face…itches!! I have GOT to shave off this thing. Of course, because it’s so long now, it will take 20 minutes to shave now instead of ten and I’ll be late for work. And my razor blade is a little worn out…it might rip my face to shreds. [Looks in mirror] Don’t worry face, I would never hurt you. Okay, I’ll buy a new blade after work and shave tonight before I go to bed.”

Days Eight Through Fifteen

“Hey, it doesn’t itch as much now. Either I’m past the itching stage, or I’ve killed all the nerve endings by scratching so much. I might as well leave it a little while longer.”

Day Sixteen

“I kind of look like that actor with that beard in that movie I saw one time. I wonder if anyone will mistake me for him?”

Day Seventeen

“Someone said I resembled Keanu Reeves. That is NOT who I had in mind! Where’s that razor? This thing is out of here. Dang, I’m running late for work. No time to shave. You win this round, beard.”

Day Eighteen

“My beard is multiple colors. How strange. Some of the hairs are dark brown, some of them are light brown and some of them are RED. I wonder if I have any blond in me? I’ve got to find out.”

Day Twenty-Two

“The girl at CVS smiled at me. Do girls like beards? This requires research.”

Day Twenty-Five

“Some dude smiled at me. The research project is officially over. It’s time to terminate. Tomorrow morning, beard go bye-bye.”

Day Twenty-Six

“Where did my razor go? It’s not where I left it. Did my brother come over and borrow it? Dang, now my face is itching again! Ahhhhhhhh!”

I have now reached the point where it would take me a good half hour to shave this thing. I only shave in the shower and I shower in the morning before work. So, this means I need to get up thirty minutes early if I want to have time to shave.

Sounds easy, right? You clearly do not know me.

My two-week Christmas vacation begins Saturday. The beard will have to stay until then. Of course, methinks the beard will not go down easy.

I think it’s alive.

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