After appearing in court today for a commitment hearing (something which is far, far more mundane than it sounds), I stopped by the Admissions office of the state psychiatric hospital to get copies of some forms. I've talked to the various people in Admissions on a weekly basis for a year now, but had never seen any of them face-to-face.

Which means they hadn't seen me, either. When I met one woman, she kept looking at me oddly, in a check-your-teeth-and-wipe-your-nose sort of way. Finally she said, "I just always thought you were blonde. You don't sound like a brunette."

I'm kind of surprised she didn't ask me for ID.