The little twittering feather ball keeps singing me songs about a particular therapist who hasn’t been here in a few days next visiting this site around dinner time when it’s raining. I keep telling him I could give a crap about that and that I’d rather hear songs about certain therapists’ licenses being revoked and organizations shut down. But… He tells me he’s not here for my entertainment and therefore, “He doesn’t do requests!”
He also keeps singing me songs about 83 Spring Street that I’m not really interested in either. His predictions of late suck when he does make sense and he’s doing little to uplift my spirits when he starts working dark melodies about demons into the mix.
What is his infatuation with the rain in all of this. Every damn one of his songs has a line or two about rain worked into it. “He just won’t shut up about any of it!”