I was too busy being excited about Shitlord's best friend saying that Shitlord and the other guy are sure to make each other miserable to remember the thing I actually maybe should have mentioned from earlier in the day.
The counsellor wanted to do the paperwork so that I would get reduced dispensing. Apparently I am not someone who should be trusted with three months worth of meds at a go.
I explained I have had a lot of meds for a long time, and have been more depressed than I am not - even pretty damn recently.
So instead I had to explain reasons I'd not do anything dumb.
Not wanting to hurt my friends was acceptable.
But the reason the counsellor actually felt was useful was my "because me ex can't win that much" pettiness reason.
Spite seems to be more trusted - or something......
I just realised I have class today. I don't want to have to wash and put on clothes, but shall have to.
Also, the terrible essay from two weeks ago. The one I didn't trust was an essay, or even English, got an A-.
Was only an A- due to obvious lack of proofreading. Seems in my scrambledness and crying I had still written was was really an A essay.
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