Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow

In life, there are days where coincidence gives form to this life.

Wow, you’re the second person to say I look like…

That’s the third time I’ve heard that song…

When you’re a shrink, this becomes a sort of malice. You do a double- or triple-take only to find something you wish no one had to experience, no one had to suffer, ever.

I’m sure oncologists and orthopedists have the same issue.

It’s lymphoma week!?!

Another slipped disc? Really?

As a shrink, you start to wonder what kind of evil dick runs this place. Suicide, paranoia, cutting, loss, humiliation…coming across a series of suffering, a cohort of misery, sucks.

You go to bed fearing the morrow.

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