I try to make things happen with my brain! By this I mean that I think of something and think of how things will turn out and then when they do happen that way I can rest assured that I am the supreme being of all knowledge. Weird and horrible. Or else things go entirely the other way and I get to sit around being sorry for being surprised and stupid and wrong about everything damn thing.
I need to listen to Elliot. I can't control people, places or things, only my attitude towards them. I need to get the hell out of bed because using a blog as a therapy is both sad and boring. I think I might get dressed and go to the office.
