on and on

I went to the doctor.  He stuck me again, undoubtedly to see if i am a junkie.  However, his reluctance to immediately prescribe meds does instill a sense of "maybe this is a GOOD doctor."  Well, I'm okay with this.  I've got a psych referral for the 13th of November.  

Mother is too much these days.  Because frankly, I'm really bored of this self-analytic crap at this point, and really done with pursuing treatment.  I don't wanna hear it from moms. 

So instead, I'm listening to Genesis and eating frozen pizza, but not the kind I want, because I can't find it in Brooklyn.