I'm a centipede. A lonely centipede. In the

I'm a centipede. A lonely centipede. In the last ten days I truly learned what the word sadness means. My therapist says it's a kind of depression, but I don't know. Actually
my therapist said, "Count your feet to relax." But I can only count to 17 & fail at each attempt. Has a centipede got 100 legs? I can't tell you I can only count to effing 17 ffs.
"Try harder, fail better," he said. But I cannot stand the idea of failing again, I thought, trying to understand what was this that stopped me from counting further down.
It was really wrecking my life, so I saw a specialist. She diagnosed me with numerophobia, with a focus on negative numbers. Strange,but it made sense somehow. Counting backwards
left me sweating, shivers crawed up my spine with increasing intensity and speed. I got to the number 1 but halted, afraid to venture into the negative numbers. My numerophobia...
membrane oscillated wildly. But eventually I found a way to continue the countdown by using binary numbers, and plowed ahead to negative numbers. As I kept counting, abrubtly a rat
's ass was given and children all around the world suddenly understood the reason they had to take math. Encouraged by their enthusiasm to help me countdown, I erected a giant
cola bottle (sponsorship) with a bottle rocket in the school yard. The countdown was put on the football scoreboard. My efforts for math education got a mention on CNN & the countd
own board, the board was now in algebra because hey the Coca Cola next generation are clever people and as for the football team's tactics and clothing that was so magnificent it
astounded everyone beyond belief. Whomever says millenials are lazy spoiled idiots is obviously sadly mistaken.

Started: 2014-01-01 10:48:19
Finished: 2014-01-05 19:02:13

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