The demands of Tidy Hair still require some razor topiary of the facial shrubbery twice a week.
I have recounted the story of my PhD thesis before, but it hurt, so I'm milking the anecdote. I printed out the five copies of my erudite masterpiece and stacked them neatly in the box the paper came in ready to take to the binders. But they didn't fill the box, so I thought I'd trim off the top of the box to make it less bulky for transport. Looking around for a suitable cardboard device I did espy a surgical scalpel. Aha!
Anyway, I had to print off another five copies and I still have the scar across the base of my thumb. When they say blood, sweat, and tears go into these things, apparently they don't mean literally.