Student's log, day 8 of No Shave November.
Left the house today. The sun, it hurt my eyes. I hissed at it and a few bystanders, then hid behind some rocks until the danger passed.
There's an itch in my neck. The Beard is challenging my endurance. It wants to break me. I can hear it whispering.
I won't break. The only razor I shall use is to skin the deer I hunted earlier. T'was a good hunt.
There's a job interview next week. It is a test of faith. The heretics in their suits and well-washed hair will look and judge and wrinkle their noses, but I will not bend to their old-ways and judgment. The Beard shall live on.