I went to my appointment with the Shrink today. It was actually quite a lot of fun, I was in the mood for a lively conversation. Damn but I miss talking to people. In particular, talking to people with whom I can speak candidly and let my brain go for a run. Although that might not have been advisable given her profession but too late now, meh.

We had an interesting chat about why I think I'm misanthropic and agreed that maybe I really *am* just realistic about people.

I caught the tram home.

I

caught

the

tram

home.

I'd been able to lie down for the duration of the appointment, so I was feeling okay at the end of it and her rooms are on the main road near us, less than a dozen stops away (a healthy me would walk it automatically). So it was about a 50 metre walk with a short tram ride in the middle and my brain and senses weren't so overloaded that it seemed too hard. And fuck it, but I so wanted to feel normal for a change that I decided to take the risk. Sick of having to wrap myself in cotton wool.

First time I've used public transport in well over a year and a half. Probably longer.

Rather pleased.