day 3

Here's the best thing about growing a moustache: there are no wasted days. In the past, if I woke up at 10, dicked around on the internet for an hour, watched sportscenter, ate some Doritos, took a nap, woke up, felt depressed, dicked around some more, ate dinner, and went to bed, I might have a moment where my conscience said, what the hell are you doing with your life?

Now, when I do a quick mental recap of the day's activities, I always know I've been productive in at least one way. I've grown my moustache a little bit. And that's enough.