Monday, work and clocks. 2 1/2 hours late. Ooops!
Feeling very anxious right now. BF is writing a letter for the disability psych thing. It's a double-edged sword. He doesn't want to do it. He's blown it off for… many, many months (so it's the 11th hour). While he's the only person who can speak about the day to day (besides me, of course)…. it puts him in a bad frame of mind towards me. That being the case, I really don't want him to do it(!) But he knows his input is relevant., and having been the one who was on my case for so very long to apply and then not to do this, he realizes would be ridiculous. But I'm very very nervous. Things just started getting good again after him coming around from a very bad time, and I want things to continue towards the positive.

(It's his BPD black and white thinking thing, and frankly, I could use some pedestal time right now, because I'm already feeling like a broken piece of s*** who's up for judgement.)