Fruitcake Jurl

Unbelievable. I finally decided to call my shrink and make an appointment when I realized I was about to get in a fist fight with our mild mannered IT guy and then began to giggle about it to myself then almost started crying over my jacked up e-mails, only to be told by the cold hearted receptionist that I'd have to start over as a new patient, but, oops, there were no new openings for nut jobs!

WTF. How do you tell a crazy person that their doctor can't see them? I think the cuckoos are running the nest because that is just shit-ass crazy. She did suggest I try back in mid-October. Thanks, but by then I'll be wearing a Target sack on my head and telling everyone I'm from planet Blurg-blurg.

What is a crazy jurl to do? Do you know what it takes to start things up with a new shrink? If you do, then you know what bad news this and you also know I will probably just give up and return to my home planet of Blurg-blurg. Where's my Target sack/hat?