My Favorite Part Of Therapy…. The Madness
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.
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.