miracles never cease
my god, miracles do happen. the boy's parents sent us $300 dollars. it's not the five he owes us but why look a gift horse in the mouth? we will be buying my tickets on sunday, and not a moment too soon. it actually looks like i will be going to vermont. i am so stoked...
talked to therapist yesterday. her name is lyn. well at least that's what i am calling her. we are going to start therapy again after about a year and a half absence. we needed the time off to really figure out where we were and where we wanted to go. we will start off small, with school stuff and then slowly break into the tuff stuff. i like lyn. she is my age and real. you know what i mean? she doesn't strike me as fake and yucky. i knoww where i stand with her and she's a real person to me. hard to describe what i mean. but any way she has been my therpaist since... 1997. so we have a good relationship and an easy banter. she is also proud of me for the whole school thing. she wrote one of my recomendation letters. i know i know but i was hard up and i needed just one more. yes it is funny that i had my therapist wirte a letter of recomendation to get me into college. you may laugh now........ okay that is enough.
my favorite shirt, which got demoted to a sleepy shirt is dieing. the neck is all coming apart. it's on its last leg... pray for it as it is my favorite...
i want my sleeping/breathing machine... so does sweetie. she had to sleep on the couch the other day because i was "breathing" (or rather not breathing) again. she makes all kinds of weird noises and i don't leave her... but i guess this not breathing really gets to her. i try.
well i have to pick up prescriptions at the doctor's office. later.
talked to therapist yesterday. her name is lyn. well at least that's what i am calling her. we are going to start therapy again after about a year and a half absence. we needed the time off to really figure out where we were and where we wanted to go. we will start off small, with school stuff and then slowly break into the tuff stuff. i like lyn. she is my age and real. you know what i mean? she doesn't strike me as fake and yucky. i knoww where i stand with her and she's a real person to me. hard to describe what i mean. but any way she has been my therpaist since... 1997. so we have a good relationship and an easy banter. she is also proud of me for the whole school thing. she wrote one of my recomendation letters. i know i know but i was hard up and i needed just one more. yes it is funny that i had my therapist wirte a letter of recomendation to get me into college. you may laugh now........ okay that is enough.
my favorite shirt, which got demoted to a sleepy shirt is dieing. the neck is all coming apart. it's on its last leg... pray for it as it is my favorite...
i want my sleeping/breathing machine... so does sweetie. she had to sleep on the couch the other day because i was "breathing" (or rather not breathing) again. she makes all kinds of weird noises and i don't leave her... but i guess this not breathing really gets to her. i try.
well i have to pick up prescriptions at the doctor's office. later.