These cold, dead eyes speak the truth - this head is not actual flesh.

It has been previously speculated by Mr. Johnson that my head is, in fact, an elaborate prosthesis whose major design flaw is in the unblinking, frankly artificial eyes. I have attempted to disabuse him of this notion, lest the truth be revealed, but I have been foiled in my attempts to do so - Mr. Miller correctly noted that my pose from yesterday is impossible for the normal musculature of the human face to achieve. He rightly suspects that some form of demented meat puppetry is involved.

I am undone. The head is, indeed, a prosthesis. Fie on you both for dragging this out into the harsh, skin-cancerous glare of direct sunlight.

You must admit that the the facial hair generation techniques in use on this false head of mine are quite convincing, no? Such a dusky, full Day 4 facial growth? Yesss...

Senation: increasing prickly-itch about the neckline

Palpation: abrasiveness has all but transitioned to a firm smoothness

Personal satisfaction rating: 3.5 (out of 5 Norsemen)