Tired, tired, tired. Headache. Cramps. Some stuff going on that's not for talking about in a public forum. Ironically, none of it has anything to do with therapy today (special stunt therapy due to tomorrow being 4 July), which was relatively calm and intellect-centred. Norm and I talked some about some stuff that triggered me from a book I started to read (but then didn't continue reading because of the triggery stuff), and some about how confusing it is to have evidence of past events without any understanding or even suspicion for how and where and when those events occured. The usual sort of thing, really.

My group is moving to Monday nights, which should be interesting.

I'm reading Surprised By Joy, which is really wonderful; I think I love Lewis best when he is talking about his own experiences -- A Grief Observed was just an amazing, amazing book, and this has much of the same feel despite being lighter and less a direct emotional outpouring. And I have chocolate, and strawberry starfruit kool-aid. Life is reasonably good, if only the inside of my head will quiet down.