godsdamnit. i'm sick of always losing things, I'm sick of always being tired all the time, I'm sick of not being able to think straight. one more week till I see the shrink. one more week during which I won't be able to get anything done and be gradually convincing myself that he's going to pat me on the head and tell me to just grow up. and there's a department meeting tomorrow during which I'm convinced Rod will turn on me and demand to know why I haven't gotten anything done yet, and I don't want to go. every time I'm at work lately I cringe whenever anyone walks by the office. i want to stay at home curled up in my bed forever.