This afternoon my therapist told me I should consider getting a pet. I am an Angel, although a fallen one to be sure, but that pretty much makes everything else in a Hell a lesser animal. I have nothing but pets, I told her.
She smiled nervously, the infinite stream of makeup melting and trickling down her face, and made a plea under her breath.
Wasn’t enough.
Then I went and talked to my accountant. He didn’t even make it far enough to solicit any advice. Zap!
The day pretty much went like that all the way through. Over a hundred souls destroyed to appease my anger and wrath. But in hindsight, my killing spree tantrum may not have been the best idea. I don’t know what us wrong with me.
Maybe I should get another kitten, that always cheers me up.
I guess the therapist was right.
