So here we go again. It's a new scene but the same scenario. The therapist assumes many things, but does not know what the heck is wrong with my brain. I just got back from my appointment at 2 pm. I drove myself in my new car about twenty minutes to the office. I went two hours early, because I was nervous about getting lost. So I took my time buying banana bread and some oatmeal pastries and sat in the office and read for an hour. I'm reading...
