Agh. Urgh. Gross. I am simply not able to present a coherant picture today. Last week suuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuucked and this week isn't going to be much better.

But I bought a shrink.

I didn't just buy any old shrink, I did a ton of research before I chose MY shrink. My shrink is a specialist. My shrink gets to see the diagnosis that my parents' super expensive shrink gave them right before their insurance money ran out.

My shrink's better than your shrink. My shrink believes the diagnosis my parents wanted to hide but my shrink is going to use this information to PROTECT me instead of using it to HURT me because my shrink is my shrink and I paid for my shrink with my own money.

Last thing in the world I ever thought I'd want to buy is a shrink but this is my shrink and my shrink is bigger than my enemies' shrink so I like my shrink and I'm glad i bought a shrink that I like because my shrink can protect me from other shrinks who want to shrink me into something I don't want to be shrunken into without my knowledge or consent.

My shrink will shrink me into the shrunken thing I want to be shrunken into because my shrink is my shrink and I paid for my shrink with my own money.

It's kind of fun saying the word "shrink" as if it was something I bought for myself because I wanted to. I guess I did, didn't I?