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pinksoil!

Okay did you figure out what to wear?

I hope things went well for you in therapy. I've had plenty of nights where I was thinking about it at ridiculous hours, mostly because I woke up in the middle of the night. I hope you were able to tell him about being angry. I'm sure he won't mind that it isn't rational. It could make for a really good session.

On a side note, I liked when you mentioned the rain because I suddenly felt more connected with you. It was raining here too (with the possibility of turning to sleet). Virginia's not that far from Pennsylvania.... :-)

Damn I hated I missed a day or two of talking on here. I got insanely busy at work, blah.

Let us know how things went!
Sidony

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I have missed a lot of time talking on here, too! Mostly due to stuff with the closing of our new house this week.

Virginia's not far from Penn. at all! That's awesome that we were having the same weather.

Are you ready for the most pathetic thing in the entire world? Ok, here it goes. On Friday, the weather got really bad. We ended up getting an ice storm. So in the afternoon, the ice and sleet was coming down like crazy, making driving extremely dangerous. My work agency even closed early. So I had therapy at 5 o'clock. So what did I do? Instead of going straight home, head to the store to buy a new shirt, of course. In the middle of a dangerous ice storm, in which the news was advising that people say off the road, I go and buy new clothes for therapy. What is wrong with me?

You know what's even worse? (As if you could think of anything more pitiful.) As I have said before, my T follows a pretty strict psychoanalytical model, in the sense of no self-disclosure, and absolutely no comments on the way I look, etc. (My first T was female and she'd comment on my clothes all the time, my 2nd T was male I remember this one particular time that I had a pink silk flower in my hair, and he said that he really liked it, that he thought it was a nice touch for me.). My current T will make no comments at all on the way I look. Well, up until a few days ago, I had really long, dark hair, past the middle of my back. So on Wed., I had a salon appt., and I got like 6 inches or so cut, and got a really cool, layered, choppy cut, where the longest part goes just about an inch below my shoulders. I also got some really funky highlights, where my hair is mostly very dark with some bleach blonde highlights underneath, and some thin red streaks on the top. I look like a completely different person. So my T says nothing about it. And of course it completely annoys me, but this is beyond embarassing, and I would never admit this to him, never.