(Before) some November session, who's counting anyway

• Somehow the fact of being the only person in the waiting room makes me feel crazier than I really am, or consider myself to be (which is not much, seriously, I'm not mad, just got 1 or two issues and who doesn't in that case)
• Against all odds, the lack of people here is extremely uninspiring. I got no one to judge, no one to let all my prejudices flow freely
• When did I become so people dependant?
• That therapist and his jacket-potato nose is most distressing to my nose-sensitive eyes
• I wonder how other acquaintances judge me, are they equally heartless? I just hope I'm not dull, never dull godhelpmeandkeepmeaway from that adjective
• I'm tired, as in physically and mentally worn out. Maybe the lithium in Sn Pedro can help me
• So much for therapy, and the issues with parents and sex are being discussed because who wants to mix those two things up when it's about oneself? It's"fun" when it's about characters in a novel, but when it's about less fictional people...
• Why would anyone let another put cement in them? How bad can someone desire better buttocks? And why is it news?
• Some people chew constantly and I wonder if they are really chewing something or is it an obnoxious looking habit.
• They should these walls painted. Tis' not a good idea to have depressed people in rooms with walls like these.