Double-booked! My T somehow managed to schedule two different people for the same time this morning, so I volunteered to be the one to leave without therapy. He felt bad about it. I didn't catch a glimpse of the patient that ganked my appointment, but had it come to a competition of pathologies, I would have ended up with the slot.

We may get more work next week, our biggest contract so far this year. It's easier to do business when you don't need it. My contact with our clientele is strictly limited to phone and email; the unexpected appearance of a wild-eyed cracker (out here we're called 'haoles', but I've always preferred 'cracker') with unabomber grooming could undermine a contract. Our clientele is both wealthy and racist, a dangerous combination.

Evidence has surfaced on the web of a short story that I wrote for a horror magazine 18 years ago. It would give my life meaning to write again, but nothing that takes shape in my head carries any momentum through depression and meds.

Everybody hang in there; there is no cure, but .