First I saw a commercial with a Joanna Newsom song, and that made me kind of sad and homesick. Then I saw a local commercial with a one-eyed asian man selling appliances, and that made me happy.
Finally got to speak with my therapist today and pitch myself as the most compliant, go-gettin', motivated individual on the planet. And in a way, I am. I am extremely motivated to get out of here and do absolutely anything it takes to do so. Thus, I have finally been granted the privilege of being at my house alone. Joy?
Back at the main treatment center, people are watching some despicable romantic comedy. (I don't call them rom coms, because that is a nickname, and nicknames are for friends, and romantic comedies are no friends of mine, no sir). People did not appreciate my pointing out instances of sexism in this awful dreck. In fact, they were getting a little pissy. And the other day, when I bought a Bust Magazine, and people asked what it was, no one seemed to even know what the word "feminism" meant. Ugggh, culture shock! And another thing! People do not call 7-11 "sevvy levvy" around here, do not even try to say it! They will be perplexed! Avoid Florida at all costs! Unless you are going to the Harry Potter theme park, which I have yet to do. But I bet it's rad.