Showing posts with label therapy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label therapy. Show all posts

Wednesday, June 18, 2008

Purl


My therapist recommended sleeping at a later time to combat me waking up so early and going to work. But that would mean finding things to do at night to keep me occupied.

Hence, I am going to start knitting.

I am going to take classes at Purl, 137 Sullivan Street. The three classes are $125 in total. Maybe Caroline, a colleague from work, will take it with me.

Friday, June 13, 2008

Tuesday, June 10, 2008

Optimism


I have to stay optimistic about things. I have an apartment and I work at a job. I should be happy with my two doggies. I am not getting laid off anytime soon and sometimes I get paid to do nothing. I should enjoy the times I am off and not stress over work when I am at work doing nothing. And maybe one day I'll win the lottery.

I am dating a great guy who is a bit busy, I should just adapt and go with the flow. Maybe I can marry him and quit my job. He's really quite a catch.

I have to look at the bright side of things. I can't wait until my therapy session on Thursday. It's usually in the beginning of the week. She doesn't want to work on Monday's during the summer.

Wednesday, May 9, 2007

I've turned 30.

I think this is the reason I am in therapy and on medications. Turning 30 and not being anywhere close to being settled with a guy or a great job.

Yes, I need help.

I turned 30 in Barcelona, Spain. We were wandering around for a restaurant and ended up eating at a divey pizza place after wandering around for a few hours.

Wednesday, December 13, 2006

Saturday nites

I had my fourth therapy session today and we didn't talk about pp. I saw him last Saturday night, even after I told him I wanted to be his friend. He couldn't even manage or dredge up to be my friend. How sad is that?

Then he tried to argue the merits of just doing it for sex, then he said he didn't want to do it. But then when I mentioned the a, he was like it was your call. Then he called me when he was drunk, but it turns out that he was just drunk. He didn't want to do it anymore because I wanted to be his friend. Then we met up on that Saturday night. A Saturday, that was a first.