Drank a couple glasses of wine at our team lunch knowing I had therapy right after.

Always a s*** idea.

20-something part hijacked nearly the entire session talking about work and our previous life as an industry analyst -- 20-something is EVERYONE'S favorite part, and 13-y.o. apparently hates the s*** out of her bc I felt that wrath all the way home.

Sent C 2...scratch that, 3, stupid emails already. Hate everything. Therapy was stupid, and I don't even remember it, and just whatever.

**** life. **** everything. bye.