Pish Tosh

Tuesday, December 28

CV's Accidental Poem

Goal Setting Worksheet, Altville Loony Bin Hospital


Write your goal:
Marry B.

Write one thing you can do to reach this goal:
Learn math.





4 Comments:

At 9:53 AM, Blogger German said...

Is that math with or without a calculator? Just trying to determine what kind of girl you are.

Congrats! Love, not-exactly-tony

 
At 6:58 PM, Blogger New Kid on the Hallway said...

That's hysterical! I'm not sure if that's exactly a good thing, but I like it.

 
At 8:27 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

I wish you wouldn't call it the Loony Bin. I mean, I have a sense of humor about the whole thing, but having one's neurochemistry turn against one isn't all funny.
I do admit, those daily goal worksheets were a hoot.
--CV

 
At 10:05 AM, Blogger Evie P. said...

I know, I won't any more. You have to remember, this was, like, day two of the whole thing. It's not that I was trying to denigrate the experience... rather, humor was an access point. Like you once told me about tropes, I think humor manages complexity. I was having trouble with "mental facility psychotic episode," etc., but "loony bin" I could handle... esp. if I got to make the point that important, normal, touching things were going on inside. You know, reclaiming "loony bin" like people reclaim "dyke" or "bitch."

Or maybe I doth protest too much. Anyway, I won't (don't) do it anymore. :)

 

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