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Well, R. totally bogarted my therapist yesterday. We didn't have time to drop her off after the interview, so she had to come with me to my appt. And, of course, my therapist saw this as a perfect opportunity for some family therapy. Instead of R. coming in for ten minutes, she stayed for most of the session and talked most of the time. I was very pissed off by the end. But hey, at least R. did some healing. If healing now means self centered masterbatory diahrea of the mouth.

Well, the foster mother seems to think I will be able to take the baby home with me in January. My mom is not so convinced. Unfortunately, I am now REALLY excited about the prospect of taking her home. Why am I like this?