Jail was preferable. There they only limited you physically. In a mental ward they tampered with your soul and worldview and mind.

Jail was preferable. There they only limited you physically. In a mental ward they tampered with your soul and worldview and mind.

Oh, Fortuna, you capricious sprite!

Is my paranoia getting completely out of hand, or are you mongoloids really talking about me?

I avoid that bleak first hour of the working day during which my still sluggish senses and body make every chore a penance. I find that in arriving later, the work which I do perform is of a much higher quality.

I should perhaps warn you that I am about to faint from anxiety and general depression, though. The film I saw last night was especially grueling, a teen-age beach musical. I almost collapsed during the singing sequence on surfboard.

My life is a rather grim one. One day I shall perhaps describe it to you in great detail.