E.G. (elainegrey) wrote,
E.G.
elainegrey

Despite my defiance of tech snafus, the day went on with taking the drier off life support and declaring it time for a replacement. And my therapist was AWOL.

I let myself sulk, which is a way of expressing anger, i guess. Ah, "passive anger" per some random emotional competency web site. I don't think it is *quite* as destructive as the site makes out. Sulking in someone's face is one thing, sulking at home is, i think, another. I don't want to fire my therapist over this, and i don't know what's happened: it could be nothing to dreadful. Sulking was a way fo feeling my disappointment -- which wasn't so much disappointment because [mind game of my own].

The daylight savings time shift did mean plenty of time to work outside in the brisk air and read curled up on the couch. Dinner was the other half of the pot pie i'd made yesterday, a very ordinary but delicious bit of comfort food.

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