Perforated sphere.

I've begun picking up more hours at work, doing about four-and-a-half days a week, with the half-day letting me come in a bit late on Tuesday to let me keep on going to therapy at the same time. It works out pretty well except for the part where I'm always tired and ready for bed by the time I'm done with everything and get around to writing the therapy session wrap-up, instead of doing it a couple of hours afterward in the afternoon.

We talked about trying to communicate with my assistant at work, a woman with a very sheltered perspective on relationships. I take some pleasure in trying to chip away at that, and test how she reacts to shift my own behaviors accordingly. We talked about my frustrations at having to get a new phone, and how if you need to get me to cry, have me think about endangered marine mammals. What I had the most fun talking about was the research I'm doing for the story I'm writing now, and how the main character's behavioral issues have to be addressed without him being aware of the vocabulary and terminology.

I should start taking notes on these. You know, for added redundancy.