I started growing sideburns. I got them past the stubble stage and am currently at the soft-as-bad-fruit stage. Plus, I've got these dot-shaped areas where no hair comes in at all. So in conclusion, I finished growing sideburns.

God, I look terrible with facial hair and I guess that's sort of the point of growing it. It's both educational and informational and learning-inducing. It's a reminder that I'm doing the right thing the other 51 weeks of the year. Consider it my week of atonement, sort of like a testosterone version of Yom Kippur.