COAKLEY!

For Christmas, I asked my mommy and daddy for sessions with my old therapist. Yep, totally. Judge all you want, but check it: I understand that a lot of people like to pay for manicures, pedicures, elaborate hair-color, pricey clothing-- I like to pay for therapy. An hour where someone is 100% on my side, not judging, not prying, not advising, just listening? Oh-ho, BITCH PLEASE. We take our bodies to the spa, and we decorate our bodies-- but I like to take my brain and heart to the spa. Also, for those that doubt the power of therapy, here's a tangible thing. The nights after a therapy session are always the best sleeps ever. Seriously. I have vivid, happy, peaceful dreams, I don't wake up in the middle of the night, I don't sweat or toss and turn, I fall asleep easily, and when my alarm goes off, I don't want to kill somebody. It. is. MAGIC.

In other news, Martha Coakley won the Democratic nomination for Ted Kennedy's Senate seat, and I am amped about it. I am definitely an EMILY's List kind of Democrat, and so is Martha. To that end, I was also pleased with what happened in the Senate today. I am anxious to see what that will mean in the coming weeks, but I really feel that the Senate is on the right track. On the heels of this malarkey about Sen. Reid's so-called racism-- yes, I feel we're on the right track.

But most importantly, tomorrow is the fall finale of Glee. Plans are in the works for a very good Glee Night with my fellow Gleeks, Erin and Molly. Suffice it to say that Thursday morning might be a little tricky. In the meantime, I am off to enjoy some post-therapy sweet dreams.