I wake up to find my head in an erinaceous state. It is with great effort, and products of various solutions, that I approach this arduous task which nature has so humorously inflicted upon my crown. Were I not to attend to this forenoon formality I would not be nascent in my approach to a jentacular feast of coffee and croissants. No, my lamprophony would be an intellectual disaster; though some may call that a blessing. Nudiustertian was the exception. But, let the past be the past. I will be pauciloquent in my discourse today. Truth be known…this is my kakorrhaphiophobia!