I have the fortune, or perhaps the misfortune carrying the Satanberry (the support phone) this weekend. You see me here, after having been up since 4am, freshly returned from buying Pumpkin Spice coffee from my local bagel shoppe.
There should be more stubble. After a long night (or a very early morning), I deserve more stubble.
Feedback:
I think I was going to bed just as you were getting up at the siren call of the Satanberry. That's not gloating; just an observation.
I hope your pumpkin spice beverage was far and away more enjoyable than the pumpkin spice travesty I had from *$ the other day. It was concentrated awful in a cup. To make matters worse, (as per usual) the "barista" failed to mix the brew to homogeneity, so the awful became ever more intense as the level of it in the cup decreased.
Oh, and your chin dimple amuses me.