My therepist told me today that I'm making "great progress."
I wish the fuck I knew what that means. But Rome Girl and various other people have told me I seem more sane.
What's weird is I don't feel any different - but I guess that's what crazy is all about. You don't feel different when you are crazy, you simply interact with the world based on a different level of interpretation.
Anyway, it oddly makes me feel like a boy who just got a gold star on his spelling test.