My therapist says I should get out more. If I were any more 'out' I'd be living in the yard.
I told her about my new job. I told her about dinner. She thought I was making things up.
I seriously, seriously need a new therapist. Of course there are no therapists in this crazy town (lots and lots of doctors, no therapists.) so I'm kind of stuck with her unless I find one more willing to work with me.
Gawd. I think she thinks I have borderline personality disorder, or something. That everyone here is some kind of fantasy, that I never leave the house and probably think there are demons in the shower head.
(I'm pretty sure there aren't demons in my shower head. Unless House put them there. If the stories about voodoo and the blood of chickens are true, it is possible.)
Okay, yes, I'll admit that people coming back from the dead or traveling through time is a little weird, but if it's a delusion, I'm not the only one subject to it?
Annoying. Discouraging.
And I would get out more if it were easier to lock the door, bitch.
I seriously, seriously need a new therapist. Of course there are no therapists in this crazy town (lots and lots of doctors, no therapists.) so I'm kind of stuck with her unless I find one more willing to work with me.
Gawd. I think she thinks I have borderline personality disorder, or something. That everyone here is some kind of fantasy, that I never leave the house and probably think there are demons in the shower head.
(I'm pretty sure there aren't demons in my shower head. Unless House put them there. If the stories about voodoo and the blood of chickens are true, it is possible.)
Okay, yes, I'll admit that people coming back from the dead or traveling through time is a little weird, but if it's a delusion, I'm not the only one subject to it?
Annoying. Discouraging.
And I would get out more if it were easier to lock the door, bitch.