Today's appointment is supposed to be an EMDR session. That's Eye Movement Desensitization and Reprocessing for those of you playing along at home. tl;dr playing with buzzers. Hey it beats the fuck out of electroshock therapy that makes one even more depressed, leads to a shrivelled and blackened penis then a hearty shotgun blast in the head one early morning somewhere in Idaho.
I'm anxious about my visit. The greatest part of my anxiety is that I don't believe it really works and nothing will come of it. Moreso I'm concerned I might say something just to please my therapist. The least of my worries is that some deeply suppressed memory or event will come to the surface.
Right now it's nearly 9 p.m. and Olympics Guy isn't home yet so I'm thinking and hoping that he's gone off on one of his business trips which means I can sleep in my own fucking bed like a human being. I'll be annoyed if he ends up coming home at 11 p.m. and blasts the fucking TV with his idiotic soccer riots.
I swear that's what they fucking sound like every time I hear that noise. It can't be the same thing over and over again.
The remainder of my dream was spent running around a maze of alleyways in an industrial section of the city. Snow was lightly falling to the ground. When there weren't soot-covered brick walls and chipped concrete there were chain link fences topped with razor wire. I couldn't find a door and there was no way out.
