Dear T,
I can't believe you're not getting sick of me. I'm getting sick of me. You must be thinking that I'm the dumbest client you've ever had. You're thinking, "how many times do I need to repeat myself to this dingbat? Is she ever going to get it? She needs to re-take the course again because she keeps on failing, failing failing. I need to send her to a remedial 'how to succeed in therapy' class."

T - I'm sorry.