On my way to bed, still suffering, still conflicted... Because I'm still 'conscious'. Maybe I need more beer.

So many thoughts and feelings from so many different places. And I'm so tired...



I can't wait until Wednesday so we can offload that carpetbagger.

No. PLEASE. He's my mommy!!

Can we just get on with things? Goddamn already!

You know what I want to do first? I want to take pictures.

No, I want to write.

I want... I don't know what I want. I'm allowed to have something?

We're ALL allowed to have something.

I wonder what I can have. Hmm...

I just want to have my mommy.

I'm sorry, kid. Go see New Guy. He's your mommy now, okay?

Can we get another beer up in here?

Shut up and go to bed, ya drunkard.

Who died and made you boss? Bite me, asswipe.

Calgon (or something), please take me away. Far the fuck away from The Crazy. Sometimes I just don't know how I'm going to make it through.

Can I get another beer up in here? Jesus.

LAST CALL

*sob*

Calgon, are you there?

Goddamn. You people are crazy. I'm glad the husband keeps you away from pills and guns. You're all nuts. Remember to keep your distance from me in public.