that girl needs therapy

i have a feeling that my inability to do art is at the heart of my depression. it's just a feeling i have.

last year i was given a certificate to do art therapy at abbotsford convent. i haven't taken advantage of this, but i will. even if the certificate's expired.

because exploring myself and encouraging myself to do art - hopefully in a nice supportive environment has got to be good!?

years ago there was a song on the radio which had samples, "you're a nut ... crazier than a coconut!" and a hypnotic repetition of "that boy needs therapy" (but i would sing, "that girl needs therapy")
here's the clip (bit stupid - so's the song)
the coconut bit always reminded me of the marx brothers - a scene where they're hitting people on the head - like coconuts?

i think i saw this in a woody allen movie, a scene within a scene. i have a feeling he was watching duck soup, but i don't know.