I remembered it was time for me weekly appointment with my shrink. I didn't really care, but maybe she could
tell me why I'm so apathetic all of a sudden.
I went to the office and entered the reception area. I was the only one there besides the receptionist, Sharon.
"Hello," she said. She was middle-aged, older than my shrink by at least a decade, but still attractive in the
MILF kind of way. "She's waiting for you, go on in."
I started to go in, but then I looked at the receptionist. Another impulse hit me.