He caught me in the middle of a yawn as he opened the door.  He made some comment like "It'd be better to be yawning at the end than at the beginning!"  We walked down the small hallway and into the office.  The smell of his cherry incense wafted up my nose.  I awkwardly plopped into the chair, trying to get comfortable.

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So, even getting ready to type this out, I can feel the anxiety rising in my chest.  I don't know what it is about this 'therapeutic process' that has me so tense.  I woke up with the idea of my 3pm session on my mind -- really, doing laps around my mind's track.  I wasn't even completely awake and I was already thinking about it.  I couldn't eat ( Read more... )