Mr., Parsons--nee Connor--was last seen venturing toward the upper North wing of the hospital with a conspicuous box wrapped like a large Christmas present. This in itself is not alarming; however it is concerning, as Parsons has failed to return to his residence in the lower North wing. If anyone can clarify his whereabouts, please let a doctor or ( Read more... )

I know my stalker ex Nancy is keeping track of me, so this is for her:

( cut cut cut to protect the innocent )

I found an appropriate new addition to my scrapbook.


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I overheard it, today, outside my room. Or maybe I just imagined it. It's always been an unkind term. But it's really fucking upsetting to hear the words "loony bin" especially, now. It places a bunch of people who might be freaks, longhairs, straightlaced, into a category not of their own. It's just a new category forceably formed for the ( Read more... )

( Something I nicked from a magazine Keith reads that I decided would fit in nicely, here )

I was bestowed this fine, fine little notebook in order to keep "progress" of my "improvement". That'd be a great idea if it weren't so fuckin' condescending.

So instead, I'm going to use this vast plain of great space as a scrapbook!! That's a more positive, more creative outlook to this sort of thing. At least, I figure it is.


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