What is it they say?

Oh yeah, Patience is a Virtue.

Well I was never a virtuous girl, so they can take their patience and shove it up their asses.

I want out of this nuthouse, and I mean that literally, now. Now does not mean 'in a few weeks if I behave myself' now means right-fucking-now.

How do all these other people stand it? Are they brainwashed by this point...I do believe so. It's something in the food, I'm positive. There's no earthly way food by itself could taste that god awful.

It's like they've got some kinda machine hidden in the kitchen, all the food goes in and POOF all flavor and texture is removed. Out comes this chalk like substance they expect you to be grateful for.

I'd kill for some lunchroom grub for my elementary school. That's saying a lot...

I mean, I'm sure you remember the people they've got cooking at elementary schools.

Those really big, old chicks that look like they just got out of prison. You know the ones, arms that rival a professional wrestler, covered with tattoos that'd make an army officer blush, and so much hair spurting out of their nose it seems like that alone would require a hair net.

I used to believe half of the contents of my lunch were spit, nose hair and whatever rodent was unfortunate enough to wander into the pantry that morning.

The guy in the room next to me is a real case.

He keeps tapping out morris code on the wall. It just goes on and on all night long, I think he actually expects me to answer him. Given, dad did make me go to Scout meetings when I was little, I could answer him. On the other hand, that'd just encourage him to keep tapping...and seriously that's starting to make me twitch.

He keeps 'saying', "The rats, the rats, the rats are here." What the hell is that supposed to mean anyway?!

I've got to keep reminding myself I'm on a funny farm and try to remember that 90% of the things I'm told have absolutely no reasoning behind them.

Like yesterday, in the rec-room, this old Biddy I've named ...well old Biddy...pulls me down to her height and whispers in my ear, "Did you know if you swallow grapes whole, when you shat them out they'll float around the loo?"

Seriously, thank you for that life saving bit of information.

Oh my god! That tapping! There he goes again...damn rats...

I'm going to bed.