I guess I still don't feel much from my last T leaving me the way she did. Everyone else seemed a lot more pissed about it then I did. Maybe its because I never particularly liked her in the first place. Or maybe my doctor was right and my surgery fixed my hormones so therapists are once again just therapists to me. It wouldn't explain the feelings I still have for my transference T but I don't think anything will explain that.

When the supervisor was ranting to me on Wednesday there was a guy in his mid to late 20's doing something on a laptop in the seat next to me. I bet he had quite a show. Google image Michael Jackson eating popcorn gif. That was him.