This poem to t about my process may not be done until my break is. I almost start crying a little when I think about her reading it. Guys i think i need to hear a hearty "oh good lord" SD style for feeling that way.... i could use a good dose of reality right about now. She's just my therapist for cripes sake. The rest is just projections. I'm oh good lord'ing at myself because I know you guys wouldn't want to be hurtful even if it's something I need to hear.

Now onto something more fun. Can we put in a circular slip n slide around the balcony of the library? 😆

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