The vote is in. The beard is staying, and I won’t be going with the crowd and tweaking it dimebag style (like say scott ian of anthrax or mike portnoy of dream theater have been sporting) as it is a “perfect colour as it is”.

Which makes me happy.

Happy is a weird state to be in. It is so foreign to me that I don’t even recognise it. In fact I felt weird all day. Kind of torpid. It was like my mind was in some kind of infinite loop or something. I kind of imagine a computer sitting there going “does not compute” because the data it was receiving was outside of the permitted set. It was expecting “bitter, blue, cheerless, dejected”…. and the new reality of my circumstances doesn’t allow such emotions to dominate.

Or something. I don’t know. Maybe it was just a chemical imbalance. Or just that it was cold and wet. Or maybe being alone in my room all week is getting to me and something in my brain was craving human social contact that isn’t just blog posts and sms. Maybe I just need a hug and a chocolate brownie.

I’m still not feeling “right”, but it’ll be okay, I bought a new microphone over the interwebitubes – it’ll help with making more songs for people to “LOVE”….