I'm back from my little trip into town! You got back okay too, right, Han . . . uh . . . little girl that came too? I don't remember much about when I got caught asked Rude to pick us up. Yeah.
Solitary is as fun as it always is, but so much better since I have my laptop. Thanks for gettin' it for me, partner!
Might as well do this shit while I'm at it.
Day Fifty-One
Your Name: Frooosty the Snooowman
Suicidal Ideation: was a jolly happy soul~
Homicidal Ideation: corncob pipe, button nose, etc.
Amount of Sleep Last Night: Dunno when I got back, but probably like 20 hours.
Any Lucid or Vivid Dreams? Explain.: All the Turks were there, and we were assigned to protect this bitchy little girl at her birthday party, incognito as clowns. Aw man it was great, wish I hadn't woken up.
Moods Experienced Today: Cold, bored, and annoyed. Ankle still hurts.
Mood Triggers: From how the newbie, Rude, and bossman has been lecturing me, I'd say I almost froze out there. Well whatever, I didn't, so I wish they would stoppit.
Significant Thoughts of the Day: I better not get a fucking cold.
Favorite Time of Day and Why: Haha. None. Been a pretty shitty day so far.
Least Favorite Time of Day and Why: Getting yelled at.
How You Are Enjoying Your Therapy: Allow me to get someplace high-up and pronounce my love for therapy to the world.
Noticable Improvements: Well, I ain't dead yet.
Current Mood: 
cold