my T has to pry me off the couch kicking and screaming like a two-year old and drag me up to the office where she gets help from the office lady to throw me out the door and lock it behind me to keep me from coming back in and asking my T for just 10 more minutes and...............wait......im sorry I was dreaming

we usually just end and book another appointment and exchange goodbyes in the usual mannerisms of modern day therapeutic
treatment....

wow...ive had way too much sugar today