watching expired appliances align

there is nothing new on the internet today that i feel like commenting on. this is a sad state of affairs. for me, not the internet. my brain has become an empty space that holds my head. and my head is just a space to hang my beard. and i'm in flux regarding the way i feel about my beard. i grew a large beard last summer and feel the urge to do so again. but it looks ridiculous. and i'm very tempted to trim it. i finally trimmed my moustache last night. not a lot. just a tiny bit. i told myself i was grabbing the scissors in order to "stimulate growth" but i think i really wanted to trim the entire thing so that it didn't scrape against my upper lip. it has become incredibly annoying using a napkin after every bit of food or sip or water. enough about that. my facial hair is failing to amuse me.