End

This is, I guess, the final post of my blog. My psychoanalyst guy says I shouldn't post on blogs anymore, that I should have real human contact. I completely disagree, but whatever, I guess.

You see, I got sick. So now I'm here.

See how absolutely horrible living here is? It's not like I'm going on some rehab show with Dr. Drew and all. I just hate it. I really do. But don't tell anybody I goddam said that.

I really hope Phoebe isn't too upset with me. Basically my last day outside of living here was spent with her. It was actually pretty good, too. I watched her spin round and round on the carousel and all.

Well, at least people can read this blog and get some idea what my life was like, no matter how insignificant it was. I guess someone somewhere can somehow learn from it all. At least I hope so. I really do.