17 December: Cypress Hill, laziness, digital cameras and bad therapy
In a few minutes I will be going to drink beer in the sun with Drake and Casey, prior to hitting the Cypress Hill concert. I'm happy. Not my favourite band ever, but I like 'em, and let's face it when you live here, it's not like you're spoilt for choice.

Spent the day doing basically nothing - not totally my fault, every time I tried to do something there'd be a fire alarm or something, and I'd have to leave the building. Did get to go on a field trip to the National Library, where we looked at their digital scanning equipment (which sounds deathly dull, even to me, but was actually really interesting). They have a scanner half the size of a room, weighing 1 1/2 tons, and with loads of seriously cool techy stuff that makes me want one, even though I couldn't exactly use it for anything.

Bad therapy was the corporate wellness facilititator (or whatever he was called) they sent me to. Worst.counselling.ever. We spent most of my 50 minutes with him talking at me - not asking me about my issues, not discussing my issues, just going off on a rant about his theories. Which were basically that depression doesn't really exist, it's just a desire to do nothing. Um.OK. Completely irrelevant to any of the real issues in my life, but it managed to create a few false ones. Bleh. I think after Christmas I should find my own therapist, you know?

Right. sun. beer. hiphop. Yeah.  
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