To the left is a picture of myself from back in December when I was in a great need for headshots, and ::mandy:: very graciously took a few.
The beard has not really been trimmed since that time, so it is, by now, very, very bushy.
A few moments ago, I turned my head to the left while I was sitting in my cubicle at work, and my heart started to race as I could have sworn that I had seen a dog run through my cubicle. This would have raised a variety of issues, not the least of which being the question of why exactly there was a dog in the work place.
However, there was no such luck. As you may have guessed, I had just seen my beard in my peripheral vision, and I mistook this for a furry quadroped.
I have to say that I'm glad that it was the beard, as the only other explanation is the massive amount heroin running through my system. And by "heroin," I mean love.
13 hours ago