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Just when I thought that things were starting to get relatively sane for me, my beloved shrink informed me today that she will have to stop seeing me at the end of August because she’s moving her practice to Riverdale. Riverdale? Riverdale!?!?! Is she fucking kidding me??? She’s the fifth shrink I’ve gone to in my long, illustrious career of mental illness (not counting the bored, tired pill-pushers assigned to me when I was in the nut hut back in the day), and she is the ONLY one I ever liked. She says that she’ll help me find someone new, but I’m just like “whatevs.” Right now I just feel surprised and super sad and so not ready to start telling my life story all over again to someone new. I would rather chew glass in fact. I dunno - maybe my Woody-style, neurotic 40-minute ramble phase has just reached it’s anti-climactic conclusion. Lookout world - here I come. I may look fully clothed, but inside I’m totally naked.

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