Saturday, August 10, 2013


"What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore—
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over—
like a syrupy sweet?
Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.
Or does it explode?"
—Langston Hughes

Monday, April 01, 2013

True story...not the second part.

I just helped a sweet little old lady cross the street. Really.

My good deed of the day is done! I'm going to be a total jerk for the rest of the day.

Tuesday, February 26, 2013

Friday, February 08, 2013

Childhood Fun, Take 2

A snowpocalypse is coming to New York City, perfectly timed for the weekend, and all I can think of is...well, all of this:

SNOW! It's snowing side ways. It's snowing up! Snow shuffle trails. Slush shuffles trails. Candles. Yummy dessert-smelling candles! Baking. I want to bake! What to bake while doing strict low-carb? Nothing. No baking. Well, my cornish hen. Yeah, I'll roast the cornish hen. Then... Snow angels. Snow party! Snow cream! Radioactive Manhattan snow? Hmm... Snow cream anyway. They'd better not clean up the snow before I have a chance to make snow angels. Reading. Reading in a fort. Little House on the Prairie! But I only have two of nine Little House books in the series. Stupid opposite-of-hoarding problem. I've owned the whole series. Twice. Grad school reading? That psychoanalytic textbook...and The Gift of Therapy... Nah. Little House. Breaking Bad marathon! Breaking Bad and Little House on the Prairie. Hmm. At home spa treatments! Pedicure. Ooh. Yoga. I'll do yoga. YouTube yoga? Is my five hour class still on tomorrow? Ugh. Behavioral therapy. Snow angels tomorrow! What will I wear? I need a pink snow suit. No, I want a pink snow suit. I'll just wear...two pairs of yoga pants...fuzzy pajama pants...and jeans...in what order? Whatever. Snow angels anyway. Definitely snow angels.


This is childhood fun, take 2. (Or in ego psychology, Adaptive Regression in the Service of the Ego.)

Saturday, January 19, 2013

This looks really cool but...

Let's stop changing the temperature setting on the fridge, okay?


Thanks,
Panthea

Saturday, January 05, 2013

End, end, end!

This morning as I was getting ready to leave for my five hour class about a certain type of therapy (I'm going to need therapy after this) I was fumbling with Fiva (my iPhone Fiva) to start Pandora. Suddenly, an unfamiliar phone number popped up on my phone. Here is how my sleepy thought process unfolded:

"What? What?! What is this?! It's a phone number! Whose number is this? Who's calling me? Why are they calling me at 9 AM? It's a New York City number. Maybe my class is canceled. Maybe the room changed for the fifth time. I should answer this. How do I answer this? Green button. Green button! Answer. There's no green Answer button! Why not? Think! Oh...there's a red End button. Wha...? Crap, who am I calling?! End, end, end!"

And there you have it.