I need a Pilates ball, gas attack, and therapy was AWESOME!

So, I went to my brandy new shrink YESTERDAY and (do they mind that term? Shrink. Gabriel Byrne uses it all the time on In Treatment, right...? lol HBO is my reference. Shut up. ANYway....) she was wicked (which means VERY GOOD for those of you not from Boston).

I had some major realizations about like my whole freaken life and why I made certain decisions along the way that I thought at the time were positive, but were ultimately totally counterintuitive to my personal happiness.

A song comes to mind (and there's no one to tell me to stay in reality right now and not go on some tangential flight of fancy in pop culture so there ha!):

See the stone set in your eyes
See the thorn twist in your side.
I wait for you.
Sleight of hand and twist of fate
On a bed of nails she makes me wait
And I wait... without you

With or without you
With or without you.

Through the storm, we reach the shore
You gave it all but I want more
And I'm waiting for you...

With or without you
With or without you.
I can't live with or without you.

And you give yourself away
And you give yourself away
And you give, and you give
And you give yourself away.

My hands are tied, my body bruised
She got me with nothing to win
And nothing else to lose.

And you give yourself away
And you give yourself away
And you give, and you give
And you give yourself away.

With or without you
With or without you
I can't live
With or without you.

With or without you
With or without you
I can't live
With or without you
With or without you.

So, what else? Went to physical therapy today and everyone was evacuated due to a massive gas leak. It was totally surreal. Or maybe that was just me inhaling the fumes? So I missed out on the wicked awesome electro-stimulation pad thingys they stick to your muscles post-facto. I LOVE those freaken things. I must get one. Though I do have a tiny fear I might turn it up too high... my skin is like leather (yet soft to the touch! ). I can walk over burning hot asphalt barefoot and you can pull my hair 'til it bleeds and I wont feel a thing. Weird, huh? Well, ok, I feel something, but, like, it just doesn't bother me. Make sense? Prolly not. Haha. btw, I got to use "the ball" this time. I love that thing. It makes exercise seem like recess... I want one.

Well, think I might go mind meld with the boob tube for awhile. Ciao!