
The first time that a wife ever dragged me to a therapist it was so that the issue of my craziness could be made semi-public. Well, I already knew that I was crazy so we could have saved a few bucks. When the nice lady informed us that we were both crazy the tears began to flow. Didn't see that coming.
Now I'm going back to see the therapist next week. If I could afford it I would probably go on a Woody Allen schedule. Looks like once every ten years isn't working so well. I'm pretty sure that mental health is just around the corner. Unfortunately death by old age is nipping at my heels.
Give us peace on earth and end this dreadful, dreadful war.
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