Monday, September 28, 2009

dear vice deputy director of depression,

I decided to seek medication to cope with my generalized what seems to only be describable as a "hate of a life of work and circumstance". Part of this condition includes malaise and a pointed negativity towards all things good or evil. this includes things I would normally consider funny or ironic.

Anyway, as you may know, I submitted my paperwork for processing to your team of well-educated professionals on life. I registered for your services, as it were.

The thing is, you seem to be a raging assholaholic. Perhaps this is because last week I attempted to avoid your services by seeking professional help, to no avail, as no psychiatrists in Miami appear to be accepting new patients.

Bottom line: I dont think it's funny (partly due to symptoms described above) that my therapist (who describes me as a non-emergency (see previous blog)) recommends her very own psychiatrist to me, much as I would not want to use her gyno.

Your services are shit. I hate you.

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