I see you've noticed my head. No, it's okay, take a good look, everyone else has. I don't know, it was like this when I woke up this morning. No, it doesn't hurt. But thanks for asking. Most people, that's not the first thing they ask about, if they ask about it at all. My personal well-being I mean. So thanks for that. Today has been trying to say the least, but I had some important things to do, errands to run, so I didn't want to hide out at home all day, it being such a nice day and all. Weather-wise I mean. Head-wise it isn't so great, all things considered. I'm sorry, say again? No, nothing, I went to bed last night feeling fine and now, well, you can see. Pretty bizarre, huh? It's not something you see every day, I know. I guess it looks sort of bad, maybe even gruesome. Do you remember those conjoined twins from a few years ago, the sisters joined at the tops of their heads? They were on Dateline NBC talking to Jane Pauley. I held a door open for them once. Yep. It was so hard not to gape, I mean I saw them several yards before we met at the doors to this office building downtown so I had a few moments to collect myself, I'm a nice person and all, I didn't want to hurt their feelings, but even so it was a challenge. It's human nature to stare in a thoughtless and hurtful manner. This deal with my head is probably as freaky as that, but in a totally different way. I guess my appearance is maybe a little upsetting. I'd probably gape at me if I saw me, and I'm not, like, a callous asshole or anything, so until this gets resolved I'm trying not to hold people to a higher standard of...Excuse me? No, no, I haven't seen a doctor yet. I actually have a regular appointment scheduled for next month, I figured I'd just take care of it then. Why hassle some poor receptionist with a lot of demands? Those people just get it from all sides all day long. I can wait, it's not a big deal. Okay, I admit it's a little cumbersome, I mean driving is clearly impossible, and yes there is a certain amount of discomfort, but really it's nothing compared to, say, someone undergoing surgery, like emergency field surgery in the Civil War or something? Now those guys had it tough. That was a national tragedy, pitting brother against brother. Or perhaps it's like if you just got run over by a vehicle maybe? A couple of times? Like that, or so I imagine. What's your name? That's a nice jacket, is it new? I could tell, it looks really great on you.