Only it's not who you think - or any boy for that matter. On Monday, The Psychic and I agreed to meet for coffee after work tomorrow. Mind you, I don't drink coffee, but I'm sure I can find something else to munch on to distract me from the fact that this situation is slightly weird. T tells me one of her patients would like to meet me and I say, "Sure?" Lordy.Well, if anything, I hope she's nice. No clue what we'll talk about though - or what it is she feels I can teach her. Other than how to be an anxious worry-wort, that is.
P.S. My co-worker's bday party is tonight and I'm so exhausted I just want to head straight to bed (due to a long, stressful, overwhelming, upsetting weekend/week), but I'll be making a cameo nonetheless. Could help cheer me up a bit, maybe?