Freud is my nemesis
Psychodynamic Therapy = I have no brain cells left. I honestly have no idea what I’m reading; it’s a foreign language. I emailed my professor last night telling him this and asked him if I’m screwed (in those words.) He said it’s normal to feel confused. I think confused is an understatement. I called it quits last night around 11 and set the alarm for five. I imagined reading over a hot cup of coffee, then another one, and another. It was a good idea and though it was tough to wake up, I did it. No exercise for me this morning.
Last night’s dinner was really good. I ordered the veggie maki platter which included Idaho maki, cucumber roll, and grilled vegetable roll. The Idaho Maki has fried pieces of sweet potato in it along with some sweet brown sauce. What is that stuff you guys? My platter came with miso soup but I gave that to Len and ordered a salad instead. Len got some funky rolls that I didn’t bother to capture. Oops. Fins is conveniently located next to Chill, a yogurt and ice cream place. I mandated a visit there and walked out with coconut yogurt topped with chocolate chips. First bite tasted bitter so I added peanut butter to the mix. That helped. Then I realized it was only bitter because I had just been chewing gum. The yogurt was delish with and without the peanut butter. The chips were necessary.
Today I have internship then class. Thursdays at work are nice because I don’t have to do any group therapy–mostly intakes and case management that fell by the wayside due to the other days of craziness. I am loving my internship this year. Also, yesterday I was calling around to therapists for a client and started to miss my old counselor Deborah Bluestone. She kept me coming back the longest of the three. Oh Debby, how I miss you. I’m sorry for never showing up then sending you an apology note. I have no balls.
Exciting news– Do you all remember the Lilith Fair? Talk about the best feminist concert EVER! After a 10 year break, Lilith Fair is coming back!!! I can remember causing some serious chaos at these concerts back in high school. Oh, the good old days. High school was the best.