Why me? Why was I the one who had to deal with villains? After a day of interrogation and finding only one villain, these are the thoughts entering my head. Is it due to the reason I'm not a well-known therapist because that's just plain mean. Imagine someone thinking: I'm going to find a therapist that isn't famous since she probably won't have many patients then. Well, jokes on you. I might not be famous or well-known and maybe some of my patients don't even remember my name probably but that doesn't mean I don't have many patients. I don't want to be stuck with villains for patients. I know I shouldn't have that mindset as a therapist but who the fudge-mellow cares. I mean unless there's a mind-reader somewhere trying to look into my brain right now... Oh shit... they didn't find out from my brain who I found out was a villain from the (fake) interrogations. The E.B.A wouldn't violate my privacy... but would it be violating my privacy if I didn't know they were violating my privacy.
I'm spiraling so hard right now.
BRAIN! I command you to stop thinking.
But the E.B.A could be reading you mid right now and they could be looking at your embarrassing attempts to stop your brain from thinking, when everyone knows that you can't stop your brain from thinking. (I advise to all readers that if you have somehow stopped thinking, please go to a doctor and check if you've died or go to the nearest morgue. Either way works.)
You know what. I'm gonna get drunk, real drunk. I run outside my office and tell Laura to stop working and that we're both going out for drinks. She can even call her boyfriend. I don't give a crap.
"Um, Miss Thompson, what about Guacamole?"
"I'll call the dog-sitter to come and pick him up."
"Should I do that?"
"If you can, that would be great."
I go inside, clean all of my litter. I have to be a good model citizen for the mind-reader. They need to be able to go back to the E.B.A and be like: My target was a perfect citizen today, she cleaned up everything she littered with perfection. So don't put her in jail for withholding important information that could bring down some catastrophic villains.
Now, that I look at it, maybe it was better to just tell them everything they wanted.
I slump back onto my couch. My life has turned into an adventure over the span of a few days.
I really need some drinks. I should go tell Laura to tell the dog-sitter to hurry up. My urge for alcohol is obstructing my view of everything else.