Apr 05, 2008 17:37
Because of this thing with the lawyers starting up again it's becoming pretty clear that I really need a new therapist. House gave me back the valium as long as I swore not to take more than one at work. I took three last night because I thought there was a burglar outside (it turned out that wasn't a burglar, it was actually Angie and Wilson taking a walk - how can they do that? Don't they know the statistics on pedestrians being hit by cars? That guy Dexter mentioned them before the dinner party, god, I've never been so horrified in my life) ...
Anyway, well, I think I drunk-dialed someone or whatever the equivalent is when you're stoned out of your mind on valium. It may have been a few people.
Sorry about that. I just got this new cell phone - for the text messaging, really, that's far less terrifying than the actual phoning - and, uh. Yeah.
I heard something about a new psychiatrist in town. Maybe I'll see if he has any openings.
... oh shit, I have to go out for that, don't I ... oh hellfire. I can't imagine the strings House pulled to get one to move all the way out here. Probably something involving archaic symbols and the blood of a virgin.
Um. I'll go around and make sure everything's unplugged and turned off and all, and then I'll go.
As long as the dishes are clean.
And I was thinking about making a roast ...
i need a new therapist,
i need a new brain,
i need new drugs