Josie came over at ten thirty with
a letter containing an appointment date and a massive psychiatric questionnaire
for me to fill out. I started feeling ill, but tried to keep a straight face. We picked up dad and then I was left to go through the questions and panic on my own. Felt horrible, cried, called mom and she came home and I freaked out and then I calmed down and finished the questionnaire and felt a little better. Practised drawing. Played melodeon.