Therapy

My initial reaction to my therapist is positive. He is smart and while there was one moment of pure psychological cheese it went OK.

Then I came home and made dinner for Bean (yes, I made dinner. And no, "making" dinner did not involve calling for take-out. Actual dinner with vegetables and everything). My intention was to work on my paper(s) for tomorrow, but I fell asleep instead. I am going to write as much as I can tomorrow and just get the hell over the fact that I am not the student I want to be this semester. No focus.

Perhaps I will take that incomplete after all...

So things are more positive today. I need to get a grip on my sleep schedule, but that was an issue long before Bartleby was in my life in the first place.

It's almost Friday and I am ready for this weekend. The Therapist says I need to be more selfish, so I'm going to selfishly spend the weekend hanging out with some of my favorite people in some of my favorite places.