I've had a very busy week, hence my lack of updates. I started school this week, got in a car accident, and got fired from my job (yet still work there).

More exciting than any of these things is the trip to the dentist that I made last week. I had a sort of introductory exam with my new dentist, and along with all the other standard things that dentists do, she instructed me to open my mouth as wide as possible. She then whipped out a metal ruler-like impliment and measured my gaping maw. I said, "So doc, how did I do?" She proceeded to tell me that I, shockingly enough, have the ability to open my mouth wider than the general population.

This, in conjunction with my incredibly inviting cervix, would make me the perfect woman if I would only consent to the voicebox removal surgery. Not yet my friends, not yet.

More news from the therapy front--yesterday I went and signed up for therapy, as I can hook it up for free at school. This is very exciting, because I have been talking about doing this for more than six months. I'm hoping to work through my daddy issues and perhaps get diagnosed with something more exciting than, "hysterical neurosis" or plain old depression (BORING). I had to fill out a form that, among other things, asked why I was choosing to seek therapy at this time.

I wrote, "Because people keep telling me that I am 'crazy.'"

In other news, I have once again crashed my car into another car. In reality, she crashed her car into me, but because I was making left-hand turn, this is my fault according to the police at the scene. Nevermind the fact that she was coming out of a driveway and had about as much right-of-way as a fat woman on a tightrope.