I've grown a beard. I've injured my leg. This morning, I and my beard were hobbling around at work, delivering advice to my team, which included several wrong guesses along with occasional impressive intuitive leaps. I've spent the day popping pain medication while being sarcastic at people, interspersed with occasional rants about the system.
Yes. Apparently, I'm turning into Greg House.
All I need to do is get a nice cane and some cuter underlings, and my transformation will be complete :)