Do I need to write a little intro every week explaining the oddness that is my personal therapy appointment with an imaginary doctor… on my blog? I know; it’s true; it’s strange, but would you expect anything less?
DOC: You’re late.
LRE: Probably.
DOC: No. Not probably. You are.
LRE: Well, at least I’m here. That means that I’m back and back at work, too.
DOC: Oh, right… how was your vacation?
LRE: Very good and I would like to go back now.
DOC: But, you can’t because you have to earn money to pay the bills.
LRE: Shucks.
DOC: So do you want to tell me about your vacation?
LRE: It was practically perfect in every way.
DOC: Like Mary Poppins?
LRE: Pretty much. Except for there weren’t any chalk paintings that we could jump into.
DOC: Maybe next time.
LRE: Maybe. Here; I brought some pics.
DOC: Just some, huh?
LRE: Unless you want to sit down and look at all 304 that we took in four days with me…
DOC: Oh my. Thank you for only bringing some.
LRE: Sure. Click here for the slideshow.
DOC: Oh, a URL… how nice.
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