Few days in the happy house did wonders for me.
Sometimes I get homesick for the institution and want to go back. Nothing to deal with, or fail to. Can't do that, though. Beds are too hard to come by to be used for vacation, and too many people need me right now.
I have been there, felt that.
Do whatever you have to (short of harming someone else), but please don't check out.
One day, one hour, one minute at a time-- but please don't check out.
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"Alas, our dried voices when we whisper together are quiet and meaningless, as wind in dry grass, or rats' feet over broken glass in our dry cellar." --TS Eliot, "The Hollow Men"