Daddy defers to his sleepyheadedness.

And what's a beard shaving without trying out some new, experimental looks?

I'd gotten down to a handlebar (sort of) mustache and decided to go with a "Daniel Day-Lewis from 'Gangs of New York'" sorta look. I think I did okay, minus the big top hat.

I'm pretty spent. I've already passed out on the couch tonight. I'm going to take the night off, I apologize.

I would hope publicly releasing a photo like the one above would help atone for my shortcomings. You be the judge.

Day two hundred and ninety three.

"huuuh..?"

"gaaaahh...?"