Well, well, well. What an interesting world this is. Old hair, as my friends call me, is learning alot. At least they tell me they are my friends. Hmmmm…
I am so grateful to Faustus for his hospitality.
And in the end I am who, what I am and you are free to react.
And, I admit Herr Doktor doesn’t like being called tiresome or turning off Faustus’ readers. It makes my tummy feel funny.
So: my first entry was more true than it (but not I, I think) admitted. My second was something of a cop-out (not much risk) but the food is good.
I think this is fun.
Tiresome? I think not. And a recipe for tasty food is always a welcome addition; we often read of recipes for disaster (not here, mind you … i’m just sayin’)
We all know you can’t divulge dirty little patient secrets, as appealing as that thought might be. Maybe you know a tawdry tale from another clinician’s couch … a hypothetical if you will.
Blog on, Herr Doktor.
I was once a patient of Herr Doktor, and I can vouch for both the effectiveness of his therapy and the oldness of his hair. (Sorry, Doc, but I can recommend someone for that.) Anyway, I second the motion: blog on. And if you should happen to slip and detail any mention of Faustus’s numerous neuroses (or dare I say psychoses?), we all promise to keep it confidential. Just between us.
(Incidentally, just to clarify . . . I know his friends more likely call him “Hair” than “Old Hair” (although the grammar was unclear). It was a joke. Live with it.)
And blog on, Doc.
I can’t speak for anyone else, but you certainly aren’t turning off this Faustus reader.
Tiresome? Pshaw. I’m looking forward to trying the recipes — though I don’t know if an entire pumpkin will fit in my oven….
Keep writing. It gets easier the more you do it. As with most things.
I didn’t find your entries tiresome.
So, Old Hair, when are we gonna go out and have some bamburgers?