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May 26, 2001
Readers of this space have noticed I am sometimes at odds with my environment. For example, I hate people. Anyway, I am embarking on a "family vacation" tomorrow and I am pecking out my departing thoughts.
My deaf mute psychotherapist, Dr. H. Keller, told me I should "bring [myself] along for this vacation." Actually, he pantomimed the advice, but you get the picture. I am supposed to "parent" myself, figure out what I need, and get it. Perhaps I'll send myself to my room with some hashish and a 20 year old hooker. What he probably meant was that I should try to have some fun. The problem is that I have no fucking idea how to do it. My inner child has sand in his crack.
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