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arabwelAs it is, i have been seeing one therapist or other for.... meh, soon to be seven years. Most of them have been horrible, really, but right now, I am muchly heaping praise to my current one. ay she be praised with great praise!
Sometimes, perhaps one out of three of our usually biweekly meetings, I don't go to the public mental health center (attached to the side of the public health centre and the natal care) Instead, she comes to see me.
Todaty was one of those dys; here is roughly what happened.
She comes in, pets and cuddles the kittiesm, and marvels at the fact that it is, in fact, cleanish. I tell it was Aunty who cleaned. We talk, i admire her new shoes and say she looks like Renee Zellweger (she does!) and we blther about stuff. We talk about the fact how Antonio Banderas is shorter than I am (1 cm DOES count!) and how Johnny Depp is taller (which is muchly surprising...); we went through the Oscars, i spwed her the tape of antonio's performance, much talk on Antonio's atributes happened. She complemented the new setup and I menntioned my rather vague plansof redecoration.
I showed her my swords; she was not panicky while I had shap instrments - much good. I also showed her the new curtains and some other stuff and she was muichly impressed... she even promised that we can make a "special" appointment and she will help me move the furniture.
All in all, a muchly good appointmen. I amanaged to get ouyt of the huge rut of "meh...." that has been bothering me all week.
Next appointment I have on the 8th, at 8 am... at the center. Urgh. Oh well...
Also, I FINALLY managed to e-mail her my so-called novel :D and sort of introduce her to the Sorcereans....
Now I SHOULD sleep.... we'll see...
Sometimes, perhaps one out of three of our usually biweekly meetings, I don't go to the public mental health center (attached to the side of the public health centre and the natal care) Instead, she comes to see me.
Todaty was one of those dys; here is roughly what happened.
She comes in, pets and cuddles the kittiesm, and marvels at the fact that it is, in fact, cleanish. I tell it was Aunty who cleaned. We talk, i admire her new shoes and say she looks like Renee Zellweger (she does!) and we blther about stuff. We talk about the fact how Antonio Banderas is shorter than I am (1 cm DOES count!) and how Johnny Depp is taller (which is muchly surprising...); we went through the Oscars, i spwed her the tape of antonio's performance, much talk on Antonio's atributes happened. She complemented the new setup and I menntioned my rather vague plansof redecoration.
I showed her my swords; she was not panicky while I had shap instrments - much good. I also showed her the new curtains and some other stuff and she was muichly impressed... she even promised that we can make a "special" appointment and she will help me move the furniture.
All in all, a muchly good appointmen. I amanaged to get ouyt of the huge rut of "meh...." that has been bothering me all week.
Next appointment I have on the 8th, at 8 am... at the center. Urgh. Oh well...
Also, I FINALLY managed to e-mail her my so-called novel :D and sort of introduce her to the Sorcereans....
Now I SHOULD sleep.... we'll see...
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