Plans Are Always Changin'

I didn’t really get to see a therapist tonight.  I guess whom I consulted with was the head psychiatrist or something.  Dude, this guy was a freak!  Red boots, black pinstripe suit, red shirt, fedora, long blond hair.  This guy should be seeing a shrink, not being one.  Anyway, it wasn’t a full-blown session.  I made an appointment for next week.  I guess I can wait another week to see a therapist.  After all, I’ve already waited two.  

So, he is going to get me off of Effexor and will start me on another med.  [An unenthusiastic] Yay!  


Music: The Cure: Pornography
Mood: Spent and Exhausted
Haiku:

Therapy Beckons
Not really for depression
Ink blots masquerade