Post #3099211

heh, the similes I conjured to my therapist were: 1. It's like performing in a theatre -- except the background scenery, props, backstage crew, writer, director, and even audience all just changed. Now I have to rewrite the script and/or take improv classes. 2. I feel like a dog in the back of a vehicle, clawing the carpet even after being driven somewhere. Might be the vet, park, pet hotel, or friend's house. I'm still just clawing and suspecting everything in the boot.