shaved yesterday, thank Cthulhu

My electric razor died on me right before I'd gone to the States. It gave me one last shave just before the trip, then it literally fell apart in my hands, almost as if it were a frail, living thing performing a final service. I knew I'd have to get a new razor, so a day before I was to step on the plane to go back to Seoul, I went on Coupang and ordered myself a simple beard/mustache trimmer. It arrived the day I did, just very late in the afternoon, after the IT guy figuring out my internet-connection problem had come and gone. I looked over the trimmer, its tiny comb (for mustaches), and the brush meant to clean the thing, and after fiddling with the beard-length adjuster, I went to town on my hairy face, beating back the foliage and trimming myself back down to a more reasonable, less deranged look. I'll be having this battle again every two weeks, but for the moment, it's a huge relief not to have to stare at my wild, overgrown fur.

Meanwhile, I still need to order my new ceiling lights. There's always something.