Let's talk about ME

Today I had another session with my counsellor. I don't particularly enjoy counselling, and I liken it to Chinese nipple torture. But I force myself to go, and sit in in her office, week after week. She has about the same 5 questions she continues to ask me, the main one being "and how does that make you feel?". Although today she had a new one for me, "and how old do you feel?". I was sort of confuzzled by that one, and started to think. Then, of course, she told me not to think about it so much. Eventually the mental torture ended, and I was free to spend the rest of my day emotionally wrecked and fragile. Joy!

And now I sit here watching baaad TGIF shows and screwing around on the Internet. Ahhh, Friday night, how I love you. Actually, the highlight of my Friday is watching back to back episodes of Sex and the City, eating Haagen Dazs and feeling sort of sorry for myself.