Degenerate Art

I'm feeling a bit better, I've been to the doctors and got some medication. He was a bit of a twat, condescending and egotistical (or ego-testical). Next week will be my birthday and I'll be 31 going on 100. If I can get my shit together it might be a happy one. I like my shrink, she's ok. Thinks I'd be better if I had a relationship. I think she maybe right, it is about time, but I don't think the love of my life is in DC. Maybe Guatemala. If I lose some weight and get my mind under control maybe I can find a love muse to my degenerate art, but nothing is ever guaranteed.