Part One: Chaos


I worked hard to organize the mess of crazed notes that came out of my first stay at the Psych Adult Ward into something coherant. There were TONS of delusions in it and a little truth.

Part Two: Complacency

Just humdrum staying at an Adult Foster Care Home, sleeping all Day, seeing the Psych Dr Dasani and my Case Manager Pam on Water Street, visiting Subway to get a sandwich, visiting University of Michigan Pavillion to buy more books I never read with my EBT Cash that I paid back when I won my first SSI payment in 2005, but other than that nothing of note to report, just always tired, always bored, always eating midnight snacks of a Super Sub and a Quart of Chocolate milk every night and drinking 2 Liters of Pepsi every day by day, once even attempting but failing to drink a three liter. I was pathetic, fat (I maxed out at 200 Lbs) and lazy and shiftless. My Diary was boring.