Exposed! Forced off the couch and out into the open: barefoot on the driveway in broad daylight. Someone called out of nowhere and insisted on dropping something a job off immediately, before my wife came back from lunch with a neighbor. My MIL was home, but someone had to translate. Thank God I showered this morning, but I'm still quite unshaven, long due for a haircut, and sporting a neckbeard and inch-long bushy eyebrows. I told him that I was cultivating a Unabomber costume for Halloween. He laughed, but I don't think that he believed me. That's what you get for answering the phone. It's decent work, so I should be grateful, but my appearance has disgraced the firm. Shouldn't a crazy person be allowed to look like a crazy person? I'll buzz my head tonight; our new clientele don't expect to have to deal with a a white person; once they get past that, they're as comfortable with a skinhead as they are with Ted Kaczynski.