So last night, I got ahead of myself apparently, and looked at the letter from The Thursday Meeting. This was a big mistake. I dreamed of that meeting all night, such as the sleep from such things is, and I was completely distracted in the morning and driving by reliving the whole mess again.
This is classic intrusive memories. Awesome. I suppose we won't get to it this Wednesday, but eventually, my therapist can sort out if I have PTSD or a phobia. I don't actually know enough about phobias to know how they are different. Lucky for me I took that theology of trauma class in seminary so I have several medical texts on PTSD.
Effectively, this means that today is shot. I've spent the morning in bed, watching Criminal Minds, which is ok, it's just another crime show. I think it has distracted my mind enough to do something today, but not what I had planned. Basically, I need not bother cooking on these days, I just burn everything, like the bacon this morning. But I'm hungry now, so I need to find something to eat. Hopefully without cooking.
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