I hate therapy on Monday mornings.
Dr. m: .. you're drunk?
Me: Do i smell like vomit?
Dr. m: samantha!
Me: i mean no, i'm not drunk. i woke up like this... do i smell like vomit?
Dr. m: You woke up with a soiled green sweatshirt and platforms.
Me: Odd dreams i suppose?
Dr. m: You suppose?
Me: What do you want me to say.. that i am fucking losing my head?
Dr. m: Yes...
Me: Fine. I am fucking losing my head okay?
Dr m: See, now we are getting somewhere.
