Therapy. ohboy.

I began my therapy session this morning by exclaiming to Steve, "I am not a big fan of the Steve this week. And furthermore I am not a big fan of the therapy." I'd like to think that if I'm not always his most pleasant client, I'm at least one of the more clever. I am thinking I should protect the identity of my therapist, so I will call him Stevie Freud. And then you won't know how to find him. The problem with Steve is that his first name really shouldn't be Steve. He doesn't look like a Steve. He should be named Lucian or Lex or Lyle. An L name. Lloyd. Not Larry. Leon. Landers. Lionel. Lenny. Lancelot. Lancelot Freud.

I began my therapy session this morning by exclaiming "I am not a big fan of the Lancelot Freud." Lancelot Shrugged.