Guess what?

I just picked up a letter we got yesterday that I didn’t notice on the desk before. Who was it from? Why, it was from the lovely little place I like to call the Alien Brain Clinic. I may have referenced in the past that I took a baseball bat to the head some years ago and that it has required all manner of wonderfully enjoyable treatments and therapies. Most recently the Alien Brain Clinic has been supplying these.

Did I mention that I thoroughly enjoy the utter torment, humiliation and immeasurable frustration of these therapies and treatments? No? Then let me do so now. I absolutely loved every minute of being forced to work very hard to do things everyone else takes for granted, many times in front of lots of witness, often having it recorded on video even, and utterly failing to manage it. Oh, yes! My most favoritest thing.

To my profound disappointment the sadistic tortu…oh, excuse me…the very kind therapists at the Alien Brain Clinic decided I might just no longer be providing them the enjoyment they seek from their tormen…I mean, therapies. To my shock and great disappointment the letter I received confirms that my improvement in all areas of the goals laid out in the initial assessment seem to indicate I can no longer serve their sick and twisted…dang it…I mean cannot benefit any further from treatment.

It is with deep sadness and a heavy heart that I dance with joy and shout, “Woohoo!” at this terrible news. I hope you will join me in my grief and I thank you all in advance for your support in the difficult times ahead.