I don't have the serious issues with my docs that some of you are having, but my therapist makes no secret of his boredom with my case. He yawns big, fidgets, plays with his teabag, wipes stuff off his shoe. You know the type.

I'm sorry my misery bores you to tears but my insurance company is paying you $275 an hour to listen to me. For $275, you'd think he'd be a little more professional.