Guilty as charged

Since I'm planning to use my check to buy a Playstation 3 or Xbox - the better to play Grand Theft Auto IV with - I found this photo especially amusing:

Bugger!

After my morning with Dr. R, I decided to shut down the computer - let's face it, they can be serious time wasters - and finish painting the dining room.

I got off to a nice start by pouring about 1/3 of a gallon of paint onto the dining room floor. It's hardwood, so it took me just over an hour to get it all up, and I can still see white paint between the boards. Bugger!

In honor of my fellow klutzes, I thought I'd post this New Zealand ad. This Toyota truck is the Vehicle of Choice for us.
Note: watch the entire fence in the first scene.

Can woman live on sex alone?

After an eight year break, I returned to my therapist today. She is one of the area's best practitioners of cognitive therapy, which is the only therapy I think is worth the bother. I used to recommend her to my friends until I found out she wasn't taking new clients.

I initially went to see her in 1998 as I had gone through a bad breakup and couldn't stop being angry about it. Being angry all the time isn't good for you. It tires you out.

Anyway, it was good to see her again. We talked about all sorts of things. One subject that came up was my recent decisions regarding physical relationships.

In case anyone hasn't guessed, I'm beginning to suspect I have some internal conflict going on. It's like there's two of me. One Melina would be happy with sex-only relationships, but the closet romantic Melina is not dead - at least not yet. It's not that I want to get married and have babies, or anything like that. I just think that, at the time, I would run like a rabbit from any man who wanted more than sex (like I did with Delightful Date). At some point in time, maybe I should consider not running.

What the good doctor has asked me to do is to try to determine what I want to accomplish by seeing her; ie. what can she do for me? She made no bones about the fact that, depending on my decision, she may not be able to, or want to help me.

Cognitive therapy is very direct and short-term. It's about as opposite to classic therapy as you can get. But did anyone ever get better with classic Freudian therapy, or did they just get dependent on their doctors? I suspect the latter.

Public service announcement

I was going through my e-mail today to clear our the usual spam/bulk/419 stuff from the past couple of months. After I'd deleted a few hundred of those, I noticed I had various e-mails from various men floating around.

Suddenly it seemed like a wonderful idea to delete all of those e-mails, too. So I did.

(Don't worry, SEH, I didn't delete yours.)

Life is simple again.

Another one bites the dust

After getting two strange voice messages on my cell this afternoon, both consisting of weeping incoherence, I finally got the news that two of my closer friends are divorcing. Seems that the husband simply got up and walked out on his wife, a two-story house in Highland Park, and lots and lots of material possessions.

I don't know what to say. How can I offer sympathy for the breakdown of an institution in which I don't believe? I'm sorry for them both, but I don't - or is it can't - believe in marriage any more.

I wonder who's going to get custody of the friends?