For all of the bitching and moaning I've been doing, I finally decided this evening to just let it go and surf the Internet for, uh, well, whatever. I ate a pizza, I went to the post office (the stamp machine said it got pleasure out of servicing me), stripped naked in front of the fan, and napped through Star Wars. I'll leave it to you to figure out what order I did these things in.
And after all of the angst about not really doing much of anything that would make me happier, richer or generally less irritable, I feel... good.
Our therapist says that eventually your emotional batteries get depleted and you need to recharge. The problem is that it's hard to maintain general happiness on low batteries. I guess that means you have to watch the battery bar and not have to plug in at the last minute.
"Therapist" always looks like "the rapist" at first. That's funny.
Totally unrelated, my ear itches like a son-of-a-bitch today. That's probably what I get for playing with it. It doesn't really hurt anymore so I feel like I can mess with it, even though I know better. After almost four months I never touch my other piercings, but I'm always f'ing with this one. The big Latin guy that did it would likely lecture me.