Therapy With Sir Dude, My Therapist And I

Hello.

Yes, today was therapy day for me and my many Me's. I've tried to keep my chin up but it seems to want to dang drag. Therapy went well - there was a missing element of energy. Was it me? Did I do something out of my routine? IDK.

(Not before our gathering)

There were plenty questions and answers, and memorization's of 2012 and plans for 2013. Yes. We had verbal exchanges but I'm not too positive there was a connection with me and the moment. As a fumble might feel or a blocked three pointer. Yes, I had therapy with Sir Dude, my therapist, and I didn't take something that was in the air...

...a smoke signal or a Top Secret message that went un-noticed and slipped straight across my not so straight skull...

...I'm a bobble head. Remember?

 Oh and yes, believe I will speak with my Right Good Gentleman Therapist, Sir Dude. Between now and our next visit, for sure. That's my nature. Besides, I would ruminate until sick in the stomach or worse. There was two extreme out of the ordinary exceptions that are really the purpose of my call. Something Sir Dude said about my cane and something that was highly unusual. I am excluding the white noise piece. I hate the white noise.

(Now, after our gathering) and (Totally out of my control)...

...the Bus Folk's forgot about picking me up at Sir Dude's office. Shitty stuff really! Then I had to contend with a no P.R. Telephone Operator at HARTPlus, who was obviously having a bad day. I am not the One, Friend Gurrl. Please, I'm not the One...

...I waited outside from approximately 1230 until 1415. Oh, yes Honey. Then the Folks tried to lie to cover there tracks - please. I think and have thought of those three damned buses that passed me by and wondered, why was it they weren't stopping by to pick me up. Did the drivers know that I am a freak? That I'm a Gimp? I'll be quiet Sir! Did they know I am the last Unicorn? That I am the Last Warrior-Who-Rides-A-White-And-Blue-Pony. I mean, please, and then to lie to me too?

My Very-Best-Good-Friend-In-My-Life, Jimmy called me up. We had a great talk. Talked about Spam. The food Spam, not computer Spam. My Ole Army Buddy - Goodness gracious, we've know one another for so many years. True? It's in the blood, my love and respect for you.

Hallelujah!