The Benefits of Therapy

Well, that's not quite how I mean it. If you're friends with your shrink, though, he might consent to make house calls. This becomes weird at one level, because while he will accept beer as a co-pay, he is billing your insurance, and it's apparently physician's privilege to take the comfortable chair and pick the film.
So, I switched off A Chinese Ghost Story and sat through the British version of The Office. Not so bad, actually.
Emil and I agreed that I should not punch immovable objects, that I should maybe get my shit together sometime soon, and that the ending song to the show is pretty cool.
We differed on the idea that I should be more open to discussing my feelings and drink less beer. When he said it was his professional opinion that I should clean up the place and myself a bit, I pointed out that our hour was up.
Back to the beer and foreign films. Sulking in the dark may not be healthy, but there ya go.