I just stopped in to say hi and apologize for my behavior the past couple of posts or so. I don’t know what got into me. It was like I was possessed by an evil demon. Dr. Ben Dover at the Gynecological and Proctology Clinic sensed my depression when I returned back to my summertime job last week. He gave me some Prozac and I’ve been taking it religiously. I can’t believe that I was willing to end my life in the Hudson River.
Anyway, I wanted to tell you about these strange dreams I’ve been having. It must be these pills. Just last night, I dreamt that I was a beautiful, independent, self assured princess in a faraway land. I happened upon a frog as I sat, contemplating ecological issues on the shores of an unpolluted pond in a verdant meadow near my castle.
The frog hopped into my lap and said:
Elegant Lady, I was once a handsome prince until an evil witch cast a spell upon me. With one kiss from you, however, I will turn back into the dapper, young prince that I am; and then, my sweet, we can marry and setup housekeeping in yon castle with my mother, where you can prepare my meals, clean my clothes, bear my children and forever feel grateful and happy doing so.
That night, as I dined sumptuously on a repast of lightly sauteed frog legs seasoned in a white wine and onion cream sauce, I chuckled and said to myself, “I don’t f**king think so.”
I guess these crazy dreams are the best therapy I could ask for!