A vent about my toilet

We have this low-flush toilet in our first floor bathroom. While I'm all for anything that helps preserve the environment, it somewhat defeats the purpose of having a water-saving toilet if you have to flush the sonofabitch three times to make the average human-sized turd go down the drain.

I hate that damn thing. Carry on.

Winter A, First Day

So now I feel like a total loser for whining about Group Counseling.

Turns out the prof is really cool and I think I'm going to like the class. Even if I never lead a group therapy session professionally, I know what I learn in this class, and Group II, will come in handy someday.

I really like the reflection stuff she makes us do at the end of class. Nifty.

Got shovel?

I just printed out my syllabi for my two Winter A session classes -- which are Cognitive Behavioral Therapy II and Group Counseling I.

The Group I syllabus is 8 PAGES LONG. Single spaced, with a huge motherf*ckin' chart that spans two pages. I can sum up the whole thing in two words: NO SLEEP

Fuuuuuuucccckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Oh, and she gives us a sweet little quiz EVERY week. Lovely. I'm shitting sunshine, I tell you.

I suppose I should look for the brightside (Hellooo, brightside, where are you brightside??? Come out come out wherever you are . . . brightside?!?!) At least the torture won't continue for too long--the class is only six weeks.

Oh fart, I forgot I have her for Group II in Winter Session B. I think I'll just dig a hole and crawl into it now . . .