Baruk khazâd! Khazâd ai-mênu!*

so tomorrow i've got the thingy with the therapist lady (it was pushed back a day)

which means i get to have my first therapy or whatever it's called thing on valentines day (except valentines day is never valentines day for me because it's always been "great aunt's birthday" day, just like halloween has always been treated as "uncle's birthday" but that doesn't mean this doesn't suck any less)

and plus i get to have an italian** language exam - sorry "mid course progress test" - in the afternoon unless i'm like an emotional wreck in which case that's not happening

so here i am freaking out about being on time and finding the place and how much money it's going to be and whether i can just list off the shit that isn't okay with me or if it's more of a dialogue or a question and answer thing or i don't know maybe origami and kittens are involved i have no idea.

so yeah.


* "Axes of the Dwarves! The Dwarves are upon you!", The Lord of the Rings, JRR Tolkien
** yeah mom bullied me to sign up for these semi-intensive courses and i totally mean bullied