I waste at least an hour every day lying in bed. Then I waste time pacing. I waste time thinking. I waste time being quiet and not saying anything because I'm afraid I'll stutter.

That's all I can do. I'll keep at it and hope it gets better.

I'm going to be here until I'm cured?" "Life is not cured, Mr. Gilner. Life is managed".

Nobody had told me I was common.

What happened when you woke up?" "I was having a dream. I don’t know what it was, but when I woke up, I had this awful realization that I was awake. It hit me like a brick in the groin." "Like a brick in the groin, I see." "I didn't want to wake up. I was having a much better time asleep. And that's really sad. It was almost like a reverse nightmare, like when you wake up from a nightmare you're so relieved. I woke up into a nightmare." "And what is that nightmare, Craig?" "Life." "Life is a nightmare." "Yes.

Time is a person-made concept.

That's what gets me through the day. Knowing that I could do it. That I'm strong enough to do it and I can get it done.