Surely there must be a factory that mass-produces boring artwork for doctors’ offices.
Should I tell her about my suicidal thoughts?
There should really be a plant in here.
How much do I tell her?
I’m not feeling very inspired by the “inspirational” saying in that gaudy frame.
Will she send me to the hospital?
They definitely could have picked more comfortable chairs.
Which hospital will it be?
Those issues of National Geographic must be multiple years out of date.
Will it help me?
I wonder how many layers of wallpaper are under there.
Is this really happening again?
Why doesn’t she have a cool fish tank or something?
Yes, it’s really happening again.
Yesterday, I knew, I should have packed my bags.