Not much to say today.
I went to see my counselor this afternoon. Like other times, I poured my heart and soul out to her. I didn't cry this time; instead, I sweated buckets. One reason for this could be that it's hard work to express myself with my communication board when I'm fired up and passionate about what I'm trying to say. Another reason (speaking of being fired up) is that it was terribly hot inside the counselor's office. All of my life, I've been super sensitive to heat.
Since I've been writing this (while eating pizza and watching Fringe), it has rained (down-poured, actually!) and then returned to being sunny. It's like the weather has been mirroring my moods today: warm and optimistic, emotionally distraught and frustrated, and then calm and temperate.
It's night now; time for Game of Thrones, chocolate, a bit of work, and then bed.