Had an "eventfull" weekend, filled with an obscene amount of sleep and drama, drama, drama.
Working at a mental institution is....informative...yep..informative.
Stress level today: 6
need for a codeine like cocktail: 10
Its back to the funny farm for me in the morning, and I am thrilled at the prospect of getting up at 6am, because I am such a freaking morning person.....no...no.. not really. I hate mornings, hateses them, I will be on third when my training comes to an end, this pleases me so. I have been out of the reality loop for days now, I feel like I have no idea where I am going and I have a tough time keeping up with where I have been. I can't seem to decide if I would rather sleep 10 to 14 hours a day, or zone out to a video game....or stare....at the wall. This is me being down, no good reason for it, other than I have run out of other ideas. I have a feeling this drives my significant other to look longingly at the kitchen knives, and I don't blame him. Well, better make ready to go pick
_grendel_ from said funny farm, I am sure he is ready to leave for the evening. night!