Mind Bloggleing...

Alas, I've been told by a good friend (and avid reader of my blog) that writing must be therapeudic for me, as I seem to pour it all out. While I usually think of therapy as a cross between sessions on "One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest" and "Anger Management", I can see writing could have that purpose, as I seem to vent. However, the topic of therapy reminds me of a poem I read, so in honor of therapy, I give you this *touching* free verse:

group therapy

before my psychiatrist went insane
he only healed six
of my multiple personalities
the rest of us
want our money back

g.k.
****

Now that you are laughing, I can apologize for your having to wade through my verbal muck of unhappy self-pity... and you might accept it. And, while verbally vomiting up all one's emotions might make that person feel better, I would suppose its rather unpleasant for those unfortunate enough to be around. However, on the other hand, people with... er... emotional constipation drive me crazy, so I tend not to be that way. Colorful descriptions, perhaps, but an accurate portrayal, I think.

Now, I'll end this entry, as I just saw a mouse run through the office and that is somewhat disturbing. And... since one of the readers of this blog also happens to work here, and also happens to work in the maint. department, perhaps he can bring a mouse trap by, later on. A humane one, of course. Cervical Displacement, by the way, does not fall under the category of "humane". :P