Some people blood-let - which in the distant past, has included me. Some people go out and get blind drunk, or stoned - ditto.
On this occasion, I trimmed my beard.
No kidding - it never seems to grow like other men's do anyway - it just gets long and thick, so you feel like you're going around with a thick straggly rug on your face. So, I took the hairdressing scissors to it and, hey presto, it feels good!
I guess I might just head for the barber's, in the morning. Exciting stuff, eh? Well, hardly. But, less messy than blood-letting.
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