i had a session with Laurel at 5:00...when I arrived the receptionist said she was running late and wanted to know if I could come back at 5:30........sure...I have nothing better to do.........I drove down the road and filled my truck up (93.99) and stopped at a Hallmark store
to pick up an anniversay card for my wife

married 10 years tomorrow.......whoopeee

therapy wasnt very good....we are both at a standstill on many issues and I cant decide which one I need to work on first to try to
eliminate some anxiety from my life....I think I was there physically, but mentally my mind was in left field chasing bugs

She jumped on me again about getting more physical exercise and
trying to eat better....its all true............but right now I really dont give a
crap....shes doing her best to help me, but If I cant communicate to her what needs to be done, I'm not going to get much more out of therapy.............throw in the transference and my passionate love towards her and suddenly I feel two feet tall

next week Ive got to drag my wife to Panama City Beach for a vacation before she loses her mind.....i dont want to go, but feel obligated for her sake....driving 12-13 hours, then sitting on a beach watching my skin burn and counting the hours till I can go home
and crawl under my bed

when I left therapy I headed home feeling beaten and weak....ive got a million things to do at work and tons of unpaid bills....I watched a Chuck Norris movie until midnight so I didnt get much sleep....

another day begins