Can a psychiatrist tell what's wrong?
I'd be quite happy doing something mental health related for my thesis. I'll just add it to the list of things to ponder.
In the meanwhile, I'm in Chicago with my mom. She's here for a conference and her place of work has put us up in a very swanky hotel. No hot tub though. I spent all day at work yesterday, communing with the poison ivy, and thinking about the possibility of a hot tub. I packed a swimming suit. But is there a hot tub? No sir, there isn't.
I'm not sure a hotel is worth staying in if with out a whirling pool of hot goodness.
Anyway, Maggie is here, and we are going to do awesome things. So I must be off.
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