therapy

I had a therapist before. Well, I've had several, but the last one was named John, I think. Anyway, I got fired in March of 2005 and so of course lost my insurance coverage and had to stop seeing him. I left him a voicemail on his confidential line all like "I got [brave gasping] fired, and don't have [pathetic sniffling] insurance anymore and I can't see you [full-on choking] anymore." He didn't even return my call. What a bastard!

Well, it's not like therapists do anything but listen to me talk. I could've sworn at in the movies they actually do some... therapy. Shit, I can talk to my cat for free. BTW, he's doing well. I got him Purina Cat Chow Indoor Formula in addition to the regular Cat Chow; he's been eating them both. He's the little bastard that went on hunger strike when I tried to switch him to some expensive, human-edible quality meat cat food. Really, what the hell does poultry by-product mean?

For the sake of science I just tried a little handful of each of My Apprentice's foods. It tastes like a Cocker Spaniel shit in my mouth, but like a week ago. It's not meaty tasting at all! The Indoor Formula was actually worse than the regular, due to being slightly more "flavorful", I guess I'd say. My stomach's not upset or anything, but I think my cat is retarded. I mean, people have thrown rotisserie chicken at him and he won't eat it. I was going to share my crab legs, eel roll, and teriyaki salmon (I washed it off!) with him, but he wants none of it. Really, really stupid kitty.

Um, I think I was writing about therapy. Yeah, so nevermind. I think I just realized why therapy never works for me.

The standard therapist comment is "hmmm"; feel free to use that.