Mental Health Hotline

On Sunday my good buddy Natalie from UofT and I got around to catching up. She is studying immunology, but is also taking a minor in psycological conditions and so we began an animated discussion on how to apply the "textbook treatments" to very....may I say unusual, complexes. Anyway, one thing lead to another and I told her that I recently read a "funny" about mental complexes. I promised to write it out here; Nat-my present to you!

It is an answering machine message...I am actually tempted to use it one day...

"Hello, and welcome to the Mental Health Hotline. If you're obsessive-compulsive, please press one immediately. If you're co-dependent, please ask someone else to press two. If you have multiple personalities, please press three, four, five and six. If you're paranoid, we know who you are and what you want. Just stay on the line so we can trace the call. If you're manic-depressive, it doesn't matter which number you press. No one will answer."

The article also included another shorter one which may appeal to others sense of humour:

"Hello! You have reached the Strategic Nuclear Missile Storage Facility. We're unable to come to the phone right now. Leave a message but whatever you do, don't touch number seven."

Speaking again of mental health though, I am much relieved to say that, although VERY sleep deprived, I have completed my biotech project! I will need to do some touch up for the weekend, but I am very thankful that it got atleast finished. For those that may not know, biotech and/or science fair pre-night is a tragic annual event in which Emily stays up until all hours of the morning (forget night!) to complete her poster board. It never fails, (procrastination), and I am lucky I didn't fall face flat into my chicken during the biotech dinner. This years procrastination was marked however by an even greater panic in the form of a 1.5'x0.8'x0.6' instument that is supposed to spit out paper with little black words on them. In short, my printer ran our of ink last night, and then this morning (keep in mind judging began at 1pm in St.Boniface!) it just decided to re-program itself and save the trees. I was not impressed!

There is more I should write about (like YAH-NELLY-$1000-you owe me bet moolas) but I wont, sleep beckons. G'night all!