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Science Fiction Double Feature
May. 20th, 2002 02:12 amEpisode II was no Snow Dogs, that's for sure.
May. 20th, 2002
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May. 20th, 2002 12:23 pmI talk to her, I'm miserable.
I don't talk to her, I'm miserable.
I don't talk to her, I'm miserable.
I have one more day of individual therapy left, on 3 June.
I have one more day of school groups left, on 22 May. (3 parties, woot!)
I have a goodbye lunch with my field instructor on 29 May.
I have my last Team Meeting on 22 May.
I hand in my last 2 papers on 30 May.
My field instructor sat me down, gave me my evaluation, and then proceeded to tell me about how great I am as a therapist, how insightful I am, how some people are okay but that I am really very good, blahdi blah. That was pretty cool, but I'd rather hear it from my clients. Speaking of clients, I had a really good next-to-last session with one of my clients, and she was absolutely amazing tonight. She is an exceptional young person. She wants me to bake her brownies for her last session. We did goofy art things today.
It looks like I can insure my car for about $800/year. That would be good, since I'm livin' la vida broke-a. I could make it lower by lowering my coverage, but I don't wanna do that. I do, however, want to buy a CD player for my car. My trip to Pittsburgh made this apparent - I'm so tired of the CD walkperson with the stupid tape deck attachment.
Trying to find a place to move into sometime next month. Trying to decide if I want to go away to Atlanta for the weekend of the 15th. Trying to decide what is wrong with me.
I don't usually say things like this, even if they're true, but I'm having a pretty hard time right now.
I have one more day of school groups left, on 22 May. (3 parties, woot!)
I have a goodbye lunch with my field instructor on 29 May.
I have my last Team Meeting on 22 May.
I hand in my last 2 papers on 30 May.
My field instructor sat me down, gave me my evaluation, and then proceeded to tell me about how great I am as a therapist, how insightful I am, how some people are okay but that I am really very good, blahdi blah. That was pretty cool, but I'd rather hear it from my clients. Speaking of clients, I had a really good next-to-last session with one of my clients, and she was absolutely amazing tonight. She is an exceptional young person. She wants me to bake her brownies for her last session. We did goofy art things today.
It looks like I can insure my car for about $800/year. That would be good, since I'm livin' la vida broke-a. I could make it lower by lowering my coverage, but I don't wanna do that. I do, however, want to buy a CD player for my car. My trip to Pittsburgh made this apparent - I'm so tired of the CD walkperson with the stupid tape deck attachment.
Trying to find a place to move into sometime next month. Trying to decide if I want to go away to Atlanta for the weekend of the 15th. Trying to decide what is wrong with me.
I don't usually say things like this, even if they're true, but I'm having a pretty hard time right now.
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May. 20th, 2002 09:41 pmNothing says "having a bad day" quite as well as pouring your last can of soup into a bowl, and then accidentally dropping said bowl on the way to the microwave, shattering the bowl, and covering your pants, your shoes, the dishwasher, the floor, and the refrigerator with vegetarian vegetable soup.