I normally wear a wristwatch. In a rush to get to therapy this morning, I forgot to put on my watch. Overall not having a watch on didn't make me feel naked, but it made me feel very relaxed.

I couldn't find anything about Edward von Munchausen in the newspaper today.

Remember Names

I believe you should remember someone's name.  I get very offended when someone at therapy forgets my name, or calls me the wrong name.  Somebody always calls me "Mike".  Recently, I have dealt with many people who have a very very hard time rememberring something.  I think the heart of the problem is that people don't care enough about rememberring someone's name.  Since I was a young lad, my dad always impressed upon me the importance of rememberring someone's name.  Hence, I've always had a knack for face-name recall.  I rule at the games on "lumosity.com" that focus on face-name recall.  I have a very tough time in my current condition (brain damage), rememberring someone's  name after the initial introduction to that person.  Thus, right after the initial introduction to someone, I make it a point to remember that person's name.  If somebody fails to remember my name (or calls me Mike), no matter if he or she has brain damage, I take that as a personal insult, because that says he or she doesn't find me memorable.  I always remember an attractive girl's name.

I, literally, have a very hard time getting down with anything in pop. culture. I refused to watch the Grammys, and I didn't like the halftime performance at the "Super Bowl".

It seems as if nobody will support me in my disapproval of "Bruno Mars".

Having Close Friends Makes Me Feel Awesome

I planned on venting to my friend about girl troubles via a "facebook" conversation.  I started the conversation out by stating the horridness of the "Super Bowl".  She responded with the fact that a migraine kept her from even watching the "Super Bowl".  I genuinely felt bad for her.  I didn't feel bad because she missed the horrid "Super Bowl".  I felt bad because having a migraine totally sucks ass.  I consoled her about the migraine, and I steered clear of mentioning the problem I planned on venting to her about.  I then felt good about consoling her.  I didn't need to vent.  Consoling her about her migraine made me feel happy enough to cure the sadness the girl troubles caused for me.  Having close friends makes me feel good.

I just love "football a la mode".

Presence

I really love the David Lynch movie "The Straight Story".  This movie re-tells the true story of an old man (Alvin) riding a motorized lawnmower, because he doesn't have a license, from Laurens, Iowa to Mt. Zion, Wisconsin to visit his dying brother (Lyle), who he hasn't had a good relationship with recently.  *Spoiler Alert* The story's pretty boring, so the whole film you're kind of waiting for Alvin to finally reach Lyle, and waiting for something exciting to happen.  When Alvin finally reaches Lyle, nothing exciting happens.  The two men civilly exchange a greeting.  When they each take a seat on Lyle's porch, Lyle asks Alvin if he traveled all the way to see him in a lawnmower.  Alvin says "yes", and then the movie just ends.  I think this movie expresses a valuable lesson about life.  I think the lesson is, as boring as things migh be, live in the moment, and don't be anxious about arriving at a certain moment.

I can't wait to go to therapy and have one of the staff members read to me the pisces horoscope, so I can see what "USA Today" predicts for my future.