Therapy yesterday seemed productive. She was like "Asha, you can't just go around breaking people's eardrums". And I was like "hot damn!, Therapist, you're right on the money!" And she shrugged and was like "it's what I do". And then we talked about some other stuff. I like it when I go there and don't feel like I've wasted my time and my ten dollar copay.

this description of a video game that I found on Swappingtons is hilarious:

"In fantastic condition because it was only played once. Why only once? Because the day after he bought it my dormmate got carted off for selling crystal meth. Too bad, it looks pretty cool"