Just didn't feel like I could head off to T without my now-traditional "oh my god I have T today and I'm so scared" post.

After our crappy session on Wednesday (when he played the part of World's Most Supportive T and I played the part of World's Most Walled-Off Patient), we have e-mailed a tiny bit about where the wall is coming from. I didn't think I was going to make myself go today, but he left me a message: "I will be here on Friday at 1, so you come too!". I'm going.

Just thinking about it is making me want to throw up my oatmeal (sorry). I have butterflies in my stomach.

I'm sure I'll report back later.