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I curled up on the mini-couch with a blanket and stared silently at the wall. I think I slept, because it was a lot later when I got back up than it was when I went there.

My therp and I talked a lot in an hour. She had a different perspecitve from everyone else that I’ve talked to about work stuff. I’d go into it, but I just can’t right now.

I had the oh-so-healthy dinner selection of nacho chips with salsa. I should have eaten more, I should have at least made soup… but I just didn’t care. I still don’t, really. I suppose I should go to bed. Where he’s sleeping. I’ll probably wake him up or something when I climb in. I’m not going to try to do so. It just happens that way.

1 Comment

  • bleedingheart

    December 21, 2000 at 9:59 pm

    I hope your ok

    I hate seeing u upset