I Consulted A Therapist At Mass. General.

I Understood Once I Held A Baby In My Arms, Why Some People Have The Need To Keep Having Them.

I Fantasize About Going Back To High School With The Knowledge I Have Now. I Would Shine. I Would Have A Good Time, I Would Have A Girlfriend. I Think That's Where A Lot Of My Pain Comes From. I Think I Never Had Any Teenage Years To Go Back To.

Everything Is Contingent, And There Is Also Chaos.

I Consulted A Therapist At Mass. General. After About 20 Minutes, He Stopped Me And Said, 'you're Just A Big Existential Garbage Pail. Go Home And Relax.'

I Refer To Jet Lag As 'jet-psychosis - There's An Old Saying That The Spirit Cannot Move Faster Than A Camel.