It’s weird that I’m looking forward to going to my psychologist tomorrow. A friend tells me it’s perfectly understandable, considering what I’m going through. But still, it feels weird that I’m counting the hours until I can have my head examined again.

The couple days after the initial session were better than I have had in a while. I was totally zen-like at work. But, the more time passes since then, and I can feel my calm slipping away. I actually punched a wall yesterday because I found (hours later) a task that a co-worker failed to do.

That, and I really wanna tell a client to go fuck themselves. lol

Yeah, it’s good that it’s tomorrow.. excuse me.. 23 hours. ;)