catch me while i'm sleeping

My first therapy session was pushed back from this Thursday to next Friday. I have mixed feelings about the entire thing, really, to the point that I have a major wedgie from fence-sitting. Maybe this is all in my head and I need to just suck it up and get over it. People did manage to survive before there were therapists. But maybe I really do have some problems that this can help me with. I do not know where I fall on this spectrum. Does seeking therapy make me strong or weak? Brave or cowardly? I'm glad I finally made a step towards working it out, in any case, instead of just moping and whining about it like I've been. Still have to find a way to tell Dad, not that he'll mind. Having problems with myself or anything else always gives me a nagging feeling that I'm letting him down.
Shit. I really do need therapy.

Kitty visited the day before yesterday; no sign of Bertha or Stevie.

Finished Shadow yesterday, which wasn't anything special. Traded in about half my library at the used bookstore over the weekend and got close to $45 in credit. I got A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius and The Crying of Lot 49; I started the former today and already love it.

I developed a sore throat at 3:02 this afternoon. It's that time again.