Originally Posted by deepweeds ...that quiet voice in my head that says, "Seriously, the stars are not aligned; put the razor down and bail out. Tomorrow's another day." Wish I had heard that voice yesterday... my neck felt like braised beef. This morning it was back to a familiar soap, and a fresh DE blade.
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