I have a problem. A minor problem until today and only today because this is something that has been bothering me for awhile. But now I must do something about this problem because I might flip the fuck out. That would be bad. I’ve also been told that dealing with this problem would make me more of an adult. I’d rather be a child. Naptimes and all. Sadly though, this problem falls under the purview of things that I could never tell you people about even though I really really want to. And in reality only three things fall under that category.
I am thankful for my $140 an hour therapist. And I am also thankful for Blue Cross/ Blue Shield for covering it. I’m thankful for the Acela and that it will be whisking me away from here. I am also thankful that my mother didn’t break my legs off when she found out I charged my Acela ticket to her credit card. Thankful that there will be stuffing and wine and a much needed break from this bullshit. And most importantly thankful that I do not refer to Albany as 518, the 518, five.one.eight, the Gspot or any other ridiculous name. Because seriously.
Ok I lied. Not only am I a petulent child, or at least have been led to believe that I am such, I am also chicken shit and I will not be dealing with this problem today. Right now, suffering in silence seems like a much better option and no longer will I bother others with this problem. The end.
Now, go thank your first blogger!