.....my love for bambee is very jane austenish...( how i live jane austen )...but this afternoon the nurse came in and after putting on
my wrists restraints and rolling my gurney down to the RAVELLO MEMORIAL ELECTROCUCIAN PHYSICAL THERAPY ROOM i was told that
i was in another one of my post-withdrawel delusions...bambee does not love me...they took away my crayon drawings of our future children
( they sort of looked like the "greys" tjat have abducted the parents of
D. CARFEN )..so i am so sad....will i get a comfort visit from someone
on visiting day...who will come to see me and bring me a bottle of seagram 7....?