I obviously have nothing interesting to say

I have a friend who blogs all of these intelligent and interesting, educational pieces on her blog. It's pretty damned impressive. I think most of what I've vomited onto the world wide web has been some kind of weak emotional catharticism, centered around a relationship, or just plain fluff. Not that this strikes at my ego, mind you, because I yam what I yam. But I think it's telling about the depth of my mind. Mwa ha ha. Perhaps that's why this blogoriffic thing is a therapeutic enterprise... a mirror into my own life that I couldn't otherwise see clearly through. I like it, I like it.

I'm going to therapy today. The therapist I'm going to see is a hypnotherapist as well and deals with some of the major damages I've experienced in my life. I'm excited about going. Not that I think she'll hocus pocus me into pristine mental health or anything, but maybe I'll suddenly have the uncontrollable urge to work out every day, have great posture, drink water and eat only to fuel my body for optimum energy, and let go of at least some (one? please?) of the 10,000 annoying and not-so-constructive habits I've acquired over the last 39.5 years. Now THAT would be worth the price of admission.