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I'm nervous about seeing the therapy lady tomorrow and I'd say the chances of me freaking out and not going are.... 49.8%. There's a 48% of me going and 1.2% chance of me not being able to go as a result of personal injury and the final 1% is allotted to other unplanned calamities or suddenly winning the lottery or, you know, martians.

I probably don't need it, but then again I probably do. There's no real way of knowing, right? Better safe than sorry? A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush? The rolling stone gathers no moss? An apple a day keeps the doctor away?

I didn't go to class today because I suck. Also, my flip flops broke and it'd be crazy to take a shower without flip flops. And I can't go to class unless I shower. I asked my roommate to buy a pair for me from the school store so I could shower, but apparently flip-flops are seasonal items and the only pairs available are too expensive and too small. So now I have bags tied over my feet.

Speaking of my roommate, he's going home this weekend and that leaves me alone in my 4 person room. I want to take that as an invitation to invite a friend over, but I can't. My excuse is that my school is pretty out of the way for everyone and it'd just be too much of a hassle. And that's true, but it really wouldn't matter if I had friends who were close enough to me to not care about the distance. Though I used to, my whole isolating myself from the rest of the world kick has preeettttyyyy much strained all my former social contacts. And being in that state really doesn't help you form new ones either, in case you were wondering.

Woo, I answered my question about whether or not I could use therapy.

Or at least in my mind I did. I mean it's probably not that big of a deal.