The Squirrel Bait Bin And Other Assorted BS
Honestly I thought I'd be asleep by now, but no, so I'll write.
I had a Major Depressive Episode. Again. Ended up in the hospital. Again. Ahh, my life. I tell you, it just keeps getting better and better . . .
11 days. Eleven long days of cold showers, bad pillows, and being supervised on piss breaks. Eleven days of hospital food. Eleven days of waking up at fuck in the morning to see the doc. God, am I ever glad to be home.
Me and Lynn went shopping after I got sprung today. At Target, no less. I got new towels and a vacuum cleaner and a CD cleaner and organizer case and a computer game. Spent about sixty bucks. Did not care. Coz like I said, I'm glad to be home.
I had a Major Depressive Episode. Again. Ended up in the hospital. Again. Ahh, my life. I tell you, it just keeps getting better and better . . .
11 days. Eleven long days of cold showers, bad pillows, and being supervised on piss breaks. Eleven days of hospital food. Eleven days of waking up at fuck in the morning to see the doc. God, am I ever glad to be home.
Me and Lynn went shopping after I got sprung today. At Target, no less. I got new towels and a vacuum cleaner and a CD cleaner and organizer case and a computer game. Spent about sixty bucks. Did not care. Coz like I said, I'm glad to be home.