You know your life has begun when you have something to go to therapy for. Welcome to just another trivial story of another twenty, ahem, nearly thirtysomething.

Monday, September 12, 2005

Sometimes I wish that I could open up my head like a box, wash out all of the gunk that accumulates ( most of it is probably green and slimey at the moment) and then reattach my my skull feeling clean and clear and like a human. I have caught the end-of-the-summer-beginning-of-fall cold. Can I get a hallelujah for good old Tylenol Cold and Sinus. I am usually not one to dope myself up on over the counter solutions but this time I reached for the pills in my time of need ( I couldn't breath out of my nose) and it has really cleared me up. My question is however, "where does all the gunk go?"
Just a tiny thought. Alas, work calls...