JAN 20th, 1992 – Obviously, Dad has named his dog Eddie. He has called me more in the past month than he has all last year. He calls to thank me again and again for Eddie. Eddie this and Eddie that. Eddie, Eddie, Eddie. He calls me at home and he calls to leave me messages at work. He calls me to tell me how Eddie rolled over. He calls to tell me how Eddie looks like he's smiling when he pants. He called to tell me Eddie spoke his first words, "Mar-ty". Actually I couldn't be more delighted that Dad likes the dog so much. I just wish I would have gotten him another goldfish. I have to budget another hour in my day to go pick up pet supplies at stores where they let the customers actually bring their pets into the store. I get strange looks while in the store, but I don't feel comfortable without my handkerchief over my mouth and nose. AND WHAT IS WITH EDDIE STARING AT ME ALL OF THE TIME WHEN I GO OVER?
I have a new patient that I find phenomenally intriguing. We'll call him… patient "X". Mr. "X" has the most fascinating dreams. Usually they are quite challenging to interpret. He's been dreaming about running through a dark wooded area being chased by someone. We've gone into deep analysis of his fears, relationships, and childhood. It is getting quite interesting. Each time he has this dream, his pursuer keeps getting closer. Yesterday, he said that he finally caught a glimpse of who was chasing him. It was Raquel Welch scantily dressed. I immediately prescribed sleeping pills to help him sleep more often. Honestly, the man had no sense of humor.