Committed

Well, it is inevitable. Anyone who has an "art" has to be a nut job or an addict. I'm just trying to keep up with the Van Goh's.

My husband is writing this for me because I am in a psychiatric facility. I know what brought me to this dark place, but I am not ready to talk about that just yet. Some skeletons have to be let out one limb at a time.

The walls are a color that defies nature, and I don't feel like making a fucking bracelet or key chains, thank - you - very - much, but I think this can only be a positive experience.

For someone.

Hopefully, I will be back in the coming weekend in the land of running - with - scissors, but until then, Mr McKnob will be transcribing.

Now, if you'll excuse me, it's time for charades and pudding.