Bigfoot Found

Crickies. I'm bored. My job, today, is providing me with no boredom relief. Wish I brought a book with me.

Therapy yesterday was of use but I spent the first half hour trying to avoid the issue by talking about less pressing issues than the biggies. My therapist pretty much just stared at me and then called me on it. So... we started in on the "incident", to which I had given her a written account. Now she's asking me for another one from some stuff that happened before even that. So, I will get it to her. Maybe not in a week but I will get it to her.

Otherwise, I've got just about nothing going on. Not that emotional pull isn't enough. Still, I'm not feeling bad... just bored. And more emotional than usual. CNN.com has been bringing tears to my eyes over the last few days. Stories about people overcoming or experiencing something unique. And, no, I don't mean the dudes who claim to have found Bigfoot. The last of four men who liberated one of the German Nazi concentration camps passed away. And yesterday a huge tumor was taken out of an Iraqi little boy's body. It was arguably bigger than him. Made possible by an American liquor tycoon. Oh - and the little gymnast who won gold. They say she deserved it and I could only imagine her father's pride as they quoted him.

What a strange world we live in.