The verdict? Not too bad, all things considered.
There was some discomfort, but that may be partly due to only having Lidocaine applied. My nephew C (yes, that C) apparently strip-mined the medicine cabinet as well as the refrigerator, since all of the Tylenol I bought last week is suddenly gone. It really only bothered me when she worked high on the cheekbones, and even then it was intermittent. Most of the time I barely felt it.
I go back Saturday; this time we're going to see how laser does at "deforestation," as a friend calls it. My electrolysist said she thinks it will make things go much faster if it works as well as she suspects it will. Fingers crossed.
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Work was... dreadful. 'Nuff said. The sooner I am out of there and into a new position, the better.
I heard from several recruiters today, and one position sounded promising. Talking to them is a long, long way from getting the gig though; still, you have to start somewhere. Given how awful things have been lately, I'll settle for that.
Stay tuned.
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In honor of taking the first steps towards eliminating my own facial hair, here are a few tunes from the more hirsute end of the indie rock spectrum.
First, a beautiful, haunting song from Iron & Wine:
Next, Seattle's own Fleet Foxes:
And, also from Seattle (originally, anyway), Band of Horses:
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