The Diary of A Simple Man

Canada accepts skilled workers.

Here's my score:


My duty, now, is to keep on top of the news (as much of it as is covered), and get my family out of this country once it's clear that the final steps to full fascism are about to be taken. Fortunately we're not too far from the border...and by that point, Canada may offer refugee status.

Once again I took a test and came out (again) as INTJ.

God, I'm bored.

I saw my chin this morning for the first time in twenty years. I was feeling itchy and hot, and my beard has been turning grey, so I shaved it. Kept the mustache, though.

I can't say I particularly like my fat face and double chin, but maybe it will be an inducement for me to lose weight. And it should certainly surprise everyone who knows me! I wonder if they'll recognize me? Teri says I look very different.

Incidentally, I shaved in front of Sebastian so that he could see what was happening. He took it extremely well, hardly seems to notice a difference. When I was a kid I remember that I always got very upset when my Dad would shave his beard, but then, I don't think he let me watch.

I hope my complexion clears up soon. It's not terrible, but the red spots are annoying.