Right now I am totally annoyed at T, yet I have no clue why.

I feel like walking in there Tuesday and throwing a tomato at him. An overripe squooshy tomato. I don't want to hurt him just make him messy, like I feel.

I hate that he has to be right all the time.

I'm sick of therapy.

I'm sick of him.

I wonder if it has to do with the feeling of being small that I had on Thursday.

Grrrrrrrrr