Me: Gee Doc. I think there is something wrong with me. Lately I try to do my everyday tasks but they seem empty and distant; even hazy and blurry. I lay in bed and can't fall asleep... and when I do, I have disturbing dreams of raging dick-holes, Lobsters named Pinchy and of Batman's alias being Mr. Shane.
I've been spending all my free time studying the strategy of General Sherman in a vain attempt to grasp reality and to find an answer to this madness. While listening to oldies on the radio, I get lost in a mirage-like daydream where I think I find what I am looking for, but I can't be sure because I haven't yet been able to actually see it in front of my eyes.
Am I going crazy here Doc? Can you diagnose me and for St. Patrick's sake prescribe me something to clear my head?
Doc: Well, it could be that a Gentleman hit you in the head. But it is more likely that you have a severe case of HHF; Hyper-Hockey Focus.
I think you will find the drug you need at the pharmacy down the street called Versus. Go there tomorrow at 10:00pm EST and they will be able to hook you up.