I have my first... 

                                 "appointment"
with some guy today to find out if I need professional help.  I mean I am pretty sure I have had "depression" in waves for some time now, but I could be wrong!  WHAT IF: I am really an average teenager with average problems who just blows them up in his head? I would just be wasting the psycho-man's time and my parents money and risking being late for work. That would be terrible. I would feel stupid. I don't even know if I would feel relieved.
There is another aspect to this, the psycho-man has a name. And a PHD.
                                                   Newt Bryson

has received the assignment to analyze my twisted cranium.  Maybe he will be cool, like a newt.











Or there is the possibility it will all go terribly wrong.

I don't know. Can you tell I am a bit nervous?

Hopefully it will all work out like the first picture and Newt will actually be a giant newt, literally, and he will just want to party with me. 

And it will be all like "Frikken shizzle yes! gunna throw down this crazy jack dance party with a giant newt,  bustin' up some beats and throwin' down some massive dirty dees! Mmm crack that jack my amphibious brothuhh! "

Anyway(s) I still don't have my phone back, and my parents still don't trust me behind the wheel. But at least I can use the "compy" again. 

Distractedly,

Collin