It's next Tuesday evening.

And I just realized, this isn't the first time I have ever talked to a therapist in adulthood. I was seeing one at school a couple of years ago when I started skipping classes to do absolutely nothing productive. It wasn't terrible, but I don't think we ever really solved what was going wrong in my life, and I stopped going since my mood had significantly changed between the summer and the new fall semester. Since I have a bit of a better understanding of my feelings now, maybe things will go differently.