I had therapy today. I really didn’t have much to talk about. I told her I faced my fear of crowds by going to the game by myself Sat. I had fun. She was happy my anxiety didn’t interfere. She wanted me to talk about it but there was really not much to talk about. Then near the end she asked why I was in therapy. I hate this question. I never have a good answer. She said that there had to be something more than talking. She always wants me to do something more than what I am doing.
After therapy, I ordered lunch. I didn’t like it. I ordered roast beef and it was so rare, I thought it was still mooing. The onion rings were good with the James River BBQ sauce. I wanted to read after but I got sleepy so made a coffee. There are only 3 classes left in the semester. I don’t know if there will be a quiz or not. I really need to read.
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