Its really late, and I should have gone to bed hours ago, but I took a long nap this afternoon. Also, I'm afraid to go to bed, partly because Mae has been wandering around inside my head all day saying "Mommy?" like she did 15 years ago when I was in college, when I first really started hearing voices and thought I was schizophrenic. I don't know why she's doing it, its sort of this echo-y sound, and it sort of creeps me out.
I did some community service this morning-- volunteered, which was a good thing for me, to get out for a few hours and focus on something besides myself. Came home and took a nap. Went out to dinner. Got a new book to read-- the "last" (so they say) book in the Left Behind series by Jerry Jenkins & Tim LeHaye, which I started reading like 12 years ago, and they keep stringing me along with a new book every year. Which of course, I HAVE to read so I know what's going to happen. So I read the whole book tonight, and now its the middle of the night and I'm up by myself, afraid to go to bed, afraid of nightmares, and really lonely.
I'm going to head to bed now. But tomorrow (hopefully) I will write about what has been going on this week:
1. Missy talking to our T in therapy the other day.
2. My husband and I talking about adoption.
3. My work evaluation & the new child I'm getting and how I (hopefully) helped his mom.

I better just suck it up now and go to bed.