Promenade of the Happy Shoplifter

I think Dr. Greely has a sick sense of humor. That or he just wants to see someone die. Thankfully, I'm not too fond of life in prison. Y'all are invited to my funeral, unless Armand is willing to be my body guard.

What? There's a movie out made using songs from the Beatles? It's called Across the Universe. I want to see it, but I haven't heard of anyone besides maybe Guen going to see a movie while in this dump. That and I'm so low on "privileges" I don't think I'm allowed to sneeze without getting suspicious looks.

This is some fucked up shit. I've been transferred doctors for the third time since bein here. What kind of hell is this? I have Dr. Davids now who apparently addresses his patients as victims. Ain't he the one that gives mud baths?

Good god, I'm bored out of my mind. I've already played around with all the card tricks in the book my dad sent me, at least the ones I can do with the stuff here. Plus, I can't remember the last time I had a good pizza.

Also, what the hell is going on? I keep hearing something weird about the doctors here. Not that there's ever a time when they ain't doing something stupid.

I need a different roommate.

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Apparently I've switched doctors... now I have one whose name I can't even pronounce, much less fucking spell. The dipshit probably got himself fired. All he did was try to serve me tea and act like a snarky bastard. Even told me to write a fucking novel. The e-mail said something about progression. Well, that'll leave my new weird named doctor with a lot to do. I haven't progressed at all.

Geniuses they are.

I do in fact have a doctor! Who knew? After I've been here for over a month, he finally decides to show his face.

My birthday is Wednesday. What the fuck? Just kinda sneaked up on me. My 20th birthday in a mental institution... Wow. Not like my birthday ever mattered anyway. It's always been just another fucking day in my shitty life.

What am I supposed to say here? It's like I'm at an alcoholics anonymous meeting, only it's with crazy people.

So, I'll stand up and say "Hi, my name is Nathan Miles and I have trouble controlling myself." Then y'all will applaud or whatever it is you do here. Push pills or something. We're all a bunch of pill popping loonies.

God, I hope they don't actually have group meetings here. I'd just die.

... Distractions.... distractions.... I need a distraction.

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