Things have been too hectic lately to post, but thankfully stress doesn't seem to affect the beard growin'.

Here we go... and back to work!

Why did I miss day 9? I looked at Kris' monstrous neckbeard from '08 and it left me a shambling, drooling husk of a man... I've only now recovered.

In related news, I shaved my neck this morning. The beard feels exquisite when I gently comb my fingers through it whilst pondering. This is the ruler by which all beards should be measured, I think.

Seems to be coming along nicely. After a day of family tech support, I got a classy lookin' haircut from the wife, but expressly forbade her from touching my facefur. I've officially entered the itchy stage, which is where I usually end up shaving.

Not this time, though. I'm on a mission. I'm on a hairy, itchy, manly mission. And no one will stand in my way.

P.S. Jeff, I hope you're digging your new MacBook Pro. Enjoy it while it lasts, buddy, 'cause Natania's MacBook will likely be on its fourth HDD be week's end.

Cow licks are in this season, right?

And, yes, I'm wearing the same clothes. No, I have not yet raised any money.

But I promise that I shaved on Halloween and haven't touched a razor since.