What's the matter, Mary Jane?

[nolage]

I feel better this morning than I did last night. Not entirely better, but better. Dr. Dock didn't pick on me today, which was nice for a change. I went back to therapy. I have a lady named Melissa, who is new, meaning she's being supervised. She's no Anne Boone, but she'll do just fine. Whenever I tell her anything, she makes little sounds and comments like "aw" or "hmmm" and I don't like that. I liked Anne Boone's style, which was to look at me intently, tilting her head, and nodding. No noises. Noises distract me and I lose my train of thought that way. I really wish I had Anne Boone back. We bonded. She knew me. But Melissa is alright. She says I've just had so much piled on top of me in the past three weeks that my body had to disconnect from the events surrounding me, from the issues I was dealing with and now it's all catching up with me which explains my irritability, my moodiness, my little bouts of anger, my impatience. But I'm going to see her again on Wednesday. And I'm studying Stoicism again. And I'm eating yogurt and going to the tanning bed and reading and I think it's all going to be okay.

What else? I went to the tanning bed, to the bank, got a new tire on my front passenger's side (apparently there was a nail in it which was causing a slow leak).

Anything else?

I lost two and a half pounds this week.

But that's about all. I'm going to go knit and read and watch re-runs of something on tv until it's time for me to go to work.