Too many days have passed since I last visited Sir Dude, my therapist. It figures that on the week we decided to skip it is followed with by a week I am unable to have a visit. Transport issue. My Bad. Didn't call quick enough. First come - first served...
...same as it always has been.
I feel a need to get with Sir Dude, and yes, there's shit going on between my ears. Think I'll keep them to myself for now. Shit, I know I should've called last week.
Think I'll get outside for a while.
My ears are loud and obnoxious. Maybe I won't hear anything under water. I don't know now - but will in a wee bit.
Shit! I think too much sometimes! Fuck you meniere's!
My Path...
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