i do worry way too much, according to my therapist.
But I reply, wouldnt you rather be a ukrainian with $2 million in assets than a ukrainian with $2,000? save your rubles, i say, disaster lurks everywhere.
the therapist tells me to relax and go have fun. enjoy life. it’s short, etc.
i see perfect bars at the store are up to $3.50 from $2.50 a few months ago. I vow never to eat another perfect bar. i rage about the possibilities for poverty.
therapist says, just eat a fucking perfect bar if you
want.
i say I dont want to.
he says fine, dont fucking eat it. and rubles are worthless anyway.
