This morning as I stood in my towel in the bathroom, I took a long hard look at my face. I was so proud of how far my beard has come. It's gone from looking a scruffy hot mess, to looking full and normal. It's almost as if I've been sporting this thing for years and years as opposed to two months. But the congratulatory mood I was in quickly subsided when I glanced up at my hair. It is a very subtle thing, but slowly but surely, my hairline is thinning. My barber has done a masterful job at masking this deficiency, but considering I look at myself every damn day, I can't help but notice. This has caused me much consternation, and I've had to consider my options. I can continue to be in denial, and I can just keep balding and balding, and holding on to my hair like I'm fighting grim death. Or I can be a bit more proactive, and I can start rocking the bald head look right now..the only problem with that is that my beard would look like a snap on(I see you jack), and that's risky proposition, although I have seen dudes rock that look with no problem. I've yet to come up with a viable solution, and if this was a radio show, I'd open the phones and take some opinions from the callers.

Of all the days of the week, Mondays are the hardest to write a blog of interest. I didn't do anything over the weekend that I really want to blog about(except win some Scrabble games), and often times my mind just isn't terribly sharp just yet. I will say this though. It is currently about 25 degrees here in DC, and the Hawk is howling all over the place, and I think the LEAST God could do is make it snow. He has no other reason to make it THIS cold. Every other part of the country got some major snow action, so why can't the DC area? I'm not even asking for a snowstorm like we had back in '03 when we had like 30-35 inches, I'd take about a 12-15 inches right now(gay double entendre alert). It has been my fantasy to be snowed in with someone I care about with 5 of my favorite movies, plenty of Johnnie Walker, plenty of food, and lots of condoms. Of course God probably realizes that I have these devious plans, and he is purposely withholding the snow. Seriously though, it is cold outside, and it is times like this that I feel badly about making fun of the homeless. It's no joke out there at all, and if my hands are too cold to reach in my pocket and grab money out, I know they are suffering. So if you're watching me God, even though I mentioned a fantasy involving sex and liquor, I brought it all back with some sympathy..please forgive me.

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