I want to Crtl + Z my morning.

I woke up insanely early this morning from an annoying dream. I was asked to accompany a dance recital. No problem, I thought. And then I looked at the music. I was super easy but when I looked at it, it looked very complicated. And then I remember. I haven't played piano in over ten years. Eek! Get thee to a practice room. But I kept getting lost looking for a piano.

Next thing I know, I'm riding a bicycle on the way to my grandmother's house in Oklahoma. I keep getting text messages saying, "It's ten minutes until we start. Where are you?" So not only am I unprepared, but also late. A double whammy of regret. Thanks subconscious!

It was then that I pulled myself out of sleep because next I probably would have been standing in front of everyone in my underwear and no one needs to see that.

After I got out of bed, I stumbled to the bathroom to start my day. My beard is looking pretty scraggly, so I got out the clippers. After putting in my contacts, I grabbed the clippers and started trimming away. I see tons of hairs dropping into the sink and I think, "Man! I really am overdue for a trim."

Then it hits me. "Is that skin I see?"

I forgot to put the guard on the clippers.

Ugh.

I opted out of joining the Pornstach Hall of Fame, instead going all the way to clean shaven. My face feels so naked.