Feast or Famine

Aaaah, outpatient mental health. How I love thee. I had 17.5 hours of "direct contact" (i.e. therapy session, group session, intake assessment) scheduled at the start of the week, and in the end I got 12 of those hours. So I came out on top - I'm supposed to get 10 hours of contact each week. It was stressful, but I got to see some new things... lots of new things. I'll tell you about it sometime.

Everyone's been talking about that 60 minutes special on the "Millenial" generation, which I unfortunately missed because I was working (GASP! A millenial kid takes work responsibilities seriously?!). There have been some unkind generalizations thrown around as a result of the show. I'm going to try to watch it so that I have some basis for retorts.

I've decided that my primary Christmas wishes are for warm clothes, good books, and hot beverages. Hugs are good too.

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