I had this bizarre dream that you and I were pregnant together and you had your baby but I miscarried and you named your baby Zack and he was so cool. And I couldn't stop crying, and you said to me, "well at least now you can go back to school and finish your BA." and I started crying more, and Zack was drinking apple juice and wearing a red shirt with a truck on it, and then I made myself wake up because I was too sad.
wow, I was depressed all day yesterday because I heard this radio documentary on lobotomys in the 50's... aparrently they did it as an outpatient thing. They would prescribe and do it right in the theropist's office and send them home in a taxi. Hundreds of people that didn't need it. They were all skrewed up for life.
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Now we are all depressed, no?
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