I had a test today. 58 out of 100 questions were psych. I dreaded taking this test because- you guessed it- I HATE PSYCH. I will die a happy woman if I never hear the name Erickson again. And if he weren't already dead I would hunt Freud down and shoot him in the face with a large caliber bullet. Of course, I probably feel that way because I was criticized for my lack of potty training progress and I had a secret longing for my father. Just venting here.