It's been a long, kind of odd day. Also expensive. (I'm on generic Lexapro, which is $100 for a thirty days' supply.) It's like I started off at work in the normal way and then got sucked into Bizarro World for my 2:00 appointment and then just stayed there until I got out of therapy at six.
Also, both my therapists (man) are advising me to really cut down my museum hours, which I don't mind so much. I no longer know what I'm staying there to prove. I'm going to be at the museum both days this coming weekend, maybe being there while medicated will help clear my vision of the place, help me figure out if I'm achieving what I want without the distracting fog of emotions covering everything up.