And I guess it sort of did. But I lost time. It wasn't a lot of time, thank goodness, but I had been sort of hoping for better communication, not full on 'letting out'.
I can't sleep. This is the second day this month where I'm up early as poop. So, seeing as I was struck with the image of coloring again, I decided to color at one thirty in the morning. Started out fine. I realized I was picking some really odd colors for the picture. Then, I let my own mind wander to give Eve some time with the book. I tried to ask questions and tell her the date (figured this might help), but she didn't want to respond, so I figured I would give her a little time to just color and be a kid. Well, I thought it was only twenty minutes when I came to, so I (I didn't look up at the clock) decided to look through my old journal to flag some pages for my new T when I see her. I know it only took less than fifteen minutes to look through my journal, and my head was pretty quiet at this point. I had already known which pages to flag; it made it less time consuming.
So when I looked up and saw that it was almost four in the morning, I almost hit the floor! No way did it take almost three hours to barely color one page and flag less than ten small pages from a barely written in journal! And I'm darn sure I didn't fall asleep. I think I remember the colors chosen for the drawing, but then again...
This is mainly a rant, so I don't expect any advise or anything. I'm just a little confused, angry, depressed, and tired; and now I get to go through a work day, then deal with a psychologist I don't particularly like, and school immediately afterward. -sigh-

Time for my morning shower....