I miss my therapist.

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So yesterday, I start to feel dizzy, I hear my heart pump all the way to my head and pound, pound, pound. "You don't look so good" Andrew says. I explain that once my sugar level drops, yknow your hands shake, you feel faint, you don't have much energy; that I feel like total shit and that really I'll be fine once I get a sugar high and some protein to carry me through the day. He offers to cover for me for a few minutes while I get something to eat from the vending machine before my lunch. Well that's okay I've waited six and a half hours, what's ten more minutes?

Kyle offered to paint my a/c unit so that it didn't look so old. Apparently it works super well and falls well within Albion's standards.

I have no idea how I'm going to fill my hours before work. I'm doing laundry, but I can't figure out what else I should be doing, yknow?

I really miss my therapist.