I had one of those sessions where I didn't have much to say. T and I talked about my reaction last week, and how I got over it quickly. About thirty minutes into the session, I wondered out loud if I should go. T said it was my choice but not to do something that I would regret (or something along those lines). So, I stayed ten more minutes, leaving five minutes early. It was a good session. For some reason, though, I feel needy right now for no discernable reason.