My Favorite Part Of Therapy…. The Madness.  Also I really liked the mints that the therapist kept at her desk.  I would wait till she wasn’t looking and cram as many of them into my noise hole as would fit.  Then I would stare dead eyed at my Ex-wife, daring her to say anything.  Possibly it could have been behavior like this that lead to my eventual divorce…..  Or I could have rewritten history in my own head to make me blameless.  I like that answer.  I’m going with that one.

Also I think the rampant mint theft and the subsequent prescription for Prozac were the only really good thing to come out of that experience.  Oh sweet Prozac, how I love you so.  Let’s never be apart!  The powers that be should pump you into the water supply and solve so many of life’s problems.

I think what I’m trying to say is that I’m ready to take my relationship with Prozac to the next level.  ….Will…. will you marry me, Prozac?

Gleeeeeee!  I’m so happy :)

Thankfully this shouldn’t be a problem being married to my wife and also married to Prozac.  I live in Utah, we’re pretty cool with the multiple wives thing.

(sigh)

It is now 1:30 in the morning.  The more tired I become the weirder I write.  I shall now go to sleep and save what’s left of my shattered dignity.

Pancakes!  That is all.