It's 3:30 AM and I have T at 11. I'm wide awake.

I am nervous. There is so much I want to say, but it never comes out. I have two more letters to give him.

I put my small stuffed teddy in my purse but I don't know if I'm gonna take it out when I get there.

I've been reading so many clinical examples of patient-therapist interactions in my erotic transference books and journal articles. There is so much freedom in what is said. I want to be like that. Oh, resistance. Sigh.