did I mention that my therapist dumped me the other day? oh yeah he did - and in one of the shittier days I've had in a while. after eight years and boom that's it. I already knew the words before he said them aloud: "we've gone as far as our journey can take us and my door is always open to you but our time here is up."

that's nice. sure we can have a few debrief sessions but why? I mean wasn't that pretty damn clear? it's not him, it's me. Or do I have that backward? no, no, I think I have it just right.

and given how little time I have in champaign, does it REALLY make any sense to start again, here and now, with someone new? because by the time I tell them enough to go by about me, it will be "gee doc...our time here is up."

fuck him. fuck all therapists. I mean what the fuck?

lost in itasca. No, not really... we know where we are now and it's nowhere near where Chris needs to be at 6am for a job interview outside NYC. Had we known the hotels website was gravely underestimating the amount of miles it was from o'hare than WE WOULD HAVE PICKED ANOTHER FUCKING HOTEL!!!

so who knows what he'll expect tomorrow or if he'll come back tomorrow or tuesday. meanwhile I have to finish a grant review, make a dress, cry... you know... the usual for a monday...