So I'm out of the bath now....and no, nothing cool was thought. In fact, all I remember thinking was:
"Why the hell am I playing with toys in the tub?"
The good guys won by the way....they always do. I was never really a troubled child. Good always overcame the bad when it came to toys. Sometimes it was a tie, but the bad never won. Not that I remember. Maybe its surpressed, who knows? Oh well, I guess thats something I can discuss with my therapist when I am 50.
Saturday, January 14, 2006
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