Wednesday, January 6, 2010

Homecoming of sorts.

All I can say is Thank God.
I did not feel safe in there at all.

I'm back. Back home.

Happy, remind me to buy you a beer or something. Your idea saved my butt.

Expect posting to go back to regular tomorrow.

Basically, I was kept in a room like a hospital room, and had drug tests done, various physical exams for marks (self inflicted or otherwise.), had mental evaluations done at random times around the clock.. Do not want to go back. Guy in the room next to me had full out night-terrors that kept me awake most of the night.. Could swear I saw 'him' at least once.

Do. Not. Want. To. Go. Back. EVER!


  1. I appreciate the thought, but I don't really drink. Have one for me, instead.

    He thrives in places like that, with all of the insanity in the air. You're much safer somewhere else.

  2. I'm glad you made it back home. Sorry for making things seem more melancholy than they are, I tend to be a pessimist when things look dim.

    Did dear daddy apologize for whisking you away somewhere entirely unnessicary?

  3. Glad you made it back.

    Happy: You seem to know a lot about him. Just out of curiosity - why isn't he stalking *you*?

  4. I expect that he will, some day.

    However, I'm a Marine, based in California. My base has very few trees, there's nothing that would make him 'comfortable', if you will.

    In eleven months, I'm getting out. And moving back to Florida. I like to hope that I'll learn something to protect myself by then.