Gotta go to a new shrink today. Feel like I'd rather throw up or walk most of the way to San Diego (today we drive) instead. Nah, I'd rather just stay here and keep organizing. I talked to the woman on the phone and she talked to SD shrink too. She seems nice, but it's like going up to a stranger and saying, "I'm interviewing for the position of my new best friend. I found your name online and thought I'd give you a shot."
As blessed at it is, sometimes the sentence that comes to mind is, "I hate my life." But I don't. Just this fucking disease.