I've been thinking about this since I got home at 6ish. I understand why they put mental health patients into padded cells, but why give them no form of entertainment. All they get to do all day is sit and think about whatever it is that's making them crazy. Now, I'm no expert on that subject, but it just makes my point... I'm going crazy.. I am... yep... definitely... I just saw Frank outside my window, and he went "wake up" and I went... no Frank, I'm already awake. On another note, it IS possible to stare in your refrigerator contemplating what to eat so long that you aren't sure if you were even hungry in the first place, but know that you definitely aren't now but you need a sweatshirt 'cause it's cold in here and the freezer's starting to thaw, shut the door ryan, shut it... damnit... mmm pickles.... blame canada.... what WOULD Brian Boitano do?? Let la resistance live on.... Have a nice summer!

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