That's funny you should mention therapy--I am an ordained shrink. But you don't need a therapist, all you need is therapy. Therapy is a flask of Bombay Saphire, a good movie or meal with good company, a few lines of high-grade cocaine--you know, the typical pick-me-ups. But if you can bring yourself to punching a stranger, preferably an overweight woman, in the face--I would recommend that first. Let me know what you decide.
All good ideas. However, I've found a fifth of Yukon Jack to be a satisfying substitute for Bombay Sapphire. And, I prefer to kick random people, rather than punch someone 'cause their overweight. I feel better that way. My leg doesn't have the means to discriminate. It just kicks.
Therapy
Date: 2002-05-05 02:52 pm (UTC)Re: Therapy
Date: 2002-05-06 07:30 am (UTC)