It's warm. Like a blanket.

Day 7-

A week wishin' and hopin' and thinkin' and prayin' has paid off. The chin whiskers are about an inch long. Sadly, the beard is pure white and blue and my skin has attained some sort of glow.

Now, I won't say I've been hanging outside the nuclear power plant in hopes to modify my genetic makeup so i can grow hair on my face. I won't say I broke inside, either. Or caused that meltdown you read about yesterday.

I'm also not peeing a bright orange that melted our toilet. I'm unsure of how to tell Jim I've finally gotten a superpower or three.