I just came from the psychiatry mill, erm, I mean my appointment with my psychologist. Except I did it again. That's the second time in four weeks that I went on the wrong day. Or night. One time I waited outside the building and it was freezing. And then I left a politely puzzled message on my therapist's answering machine letting him know "You got me good, buddy." Except I had the wrong day. And they fooled me this time, because they called to confirm TWO days before instead of one. This means I left the house ridiculously early today after shoveling my car out. Then there was a Markov chain of happenings. Well, the good thing is I now have a great bonding thing going on with the receptionist. You have no idea how far things like that can go when you need an emergency appointment or something. Don't piss off the guard dog. Anyway, I was playing with Lee's phone trying to figure out how to use it as a camera. I thought I had, so I was "filming" all these short films in the office and outside and by the weird canal that runs alongside the building. I even filmed my drive home and parts of Steelton when I got lost and missed my turn. But I got home and Lee showed me how to remove the chip and we went to load the films and there was nothing. I hadn't pressed a button. So I'm laughing now even as I type this. There was nothing brilliant but I wanted to see them!!
Oh well, since I went on the wrong day I have to go back tomorrow so now I know how to film things. I wanted to show you the giant fake carton of root beer atop the Appalachian Brewing Company. And a bunch of other silly things.
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
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