bury me in this dress

I have an appointment with my therapist Wednesday night. That’s right. NIGHT! Fucking 9 pm for crying out loud. That’s the earliest slot I could get. Jeez. I don’t know why he holds therapy sessions at night. Is he too busy now that he’s like the resident psychiatrist/psychologist of Pinoy Big Brother. Big fucking deal. Mom told me not to schedule another appointment so soon right after this one because an hour session with him costs 1,500 pesos. That’s cheap compared to therapy in the US but that’s expensive here in my country. I don’t know why he gets to charge so much. In any case, I want to get my money’s worth and I will tell him to take notes during our session. Can you believe this guy? He never writes down what happens during the sessions so how can he remember what happened, what was said, what he prescribed, etc? Christ! If he goofs up again, I’ll look for another therapist. A hard thing to accomplish since most of the therapists in the country (and there are just a few of them) are nincompoops.

I’m now using Google Analytics for this blog. I’m not sure how it really works but at least it’s free unlike Mint. The invite was kindly given to me by Kaileena who owns the Laughing Machine blog. Thanks so much, Kaileena.

G.A. is making the blog load slower though. Oh well. If I end up hating it, I might purchase Mint. Whatever.