I have not yet gone to see the good doctor. I have been meaning to, with all honesty, but I have been terribly busy. How I am still functioning like that of a normal human being is truly a miracle.
Perhaps I will stop by this evening or tomorrow morning. I suspect if I inform Doctor Strange that I must seek Doctor Banner's assistance, he should understand.
Young men his age are so contrary, though so are the young ladies as well.
Me? Oh, no. No, I have not found anyone I find interesting. I was always far too picky for my own good, though I still say that I am just particular. I suppose I should not be as such?