A brilliant solution to the journal file issue

I purchased a 2-gig external hard drive that I can upload all my journalistic rambling to. John can upload the soggy mess during our session and I can take the drive back home for another go-round. That way John won't have to trawl through a bunch of inanity and I won't have to dump my Rothian obsessions upon the hapless therapist. Case closed. In the meantime, I'm gonna go through all the recent posts and upload the relevant ones for John's oh-so-thrilled eyes. It makes me wonder how many therapists have therapists and, if that were the case, surely there has to be a therapist heirarchy. Could that man that the Therapist Supreme is indeed His Holiness the Dalai Lama? That certainly could explain the coming Alpaca Lips. Really, let's be honest; how much can once can one soul take before desk-flipping the world with an eternally sacronsanct "fuck this shit?"

Or maybe that just my innter Sith talking.
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Great to see you back. And in such fine form, too. If there is an hierarchy of therapists, this guy has to be at the top of the pyramid.

Maybe there is no hierarchy and they live in kibbutz! It is a possibility.