I ran outside my house this morning at 5:00 AM. The radar on the Internet was showing echoes of snow. I was disappointed. Nothing was falling from the sky except my dashed hopes. Maggie got hyper with me being up so early as I came inside and fixed us some scrambled eggs and toast.
I keep thinking of this one woman at B.I.T. who would show me her breasts. She was clearly more off her rocker than I. I would try not to look, but she would be there grinning like a Cheshire cat as she held her shirt up. "Put on a bra," I would say to myself. Just another one of those normal boundaries that get muddled with someone with a mental illness. She clearly was a legend in her own mind.
The only thing to do in B.I.T was to watch copious amounts of TV. I rarely watch TV so I found myself people watching, or I should say consumer watching as the nurses would say. We had a motley crew with me being the only guy in there. I had my own room which was nice that I could close the door and sleep. It was damn cold in there though. My feet are still getting warm as you couldn't wear shoes so people wouldn't be trying to hang themselves with shoe strings.