Dr Raccoon, MD.
...vs. the Brain Weasels!
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Dr Raccoon, MD.
...vs. the Brain Weasels!
Thanks for the raccoon imagery, y'all.
"Look at your mind as a sort of garbage can, if you will. You need to get in there, take your problems in your hands and then wash them in the nearest body of water."
Then eat them?
"Then eat them."
Whereas I think of my issues as brain raccoons, because they like to knock over the trash can where I keep the crazy, rummage around in it, and make a mess.
Maybe Dr. Raccoon would be able to drive off the brain raccoons?
Dr. Raccoon, MD and Raccoon Ninja.
I love you people.
Speaking of raccoon therapy, woooooooooooo does it SUCK. My stomach actually hurts today, and it didn't hurt before therapy. (My raccoon therapist says that's actually a good sign, because it means I'm processing emotions. Except processing emotions is BULLSHIT.) (And so are my parents.)
Man, I have a hard time getting work done on Thurdsays after therapy. But I have a pile of it. All I really want to do is eat those popsicles in a tube and watch Leverage. But I have no popsicles and really have to do some work so I can earn money to BUY the popsicles.
Maybe along with the Raccoon, you can bring a protective Groot to give hairpats and encouragement. You speak Groot, right?