So I haven't written in a day or so because I still have to make a living, even in a mental hospital.

Being crazy ain’t cheap, lemme tell you. Holy shit.

My internet time has been gobbled up doing due dilligence on investments. There’s a ton of research involved, financials to be gone over, conference calls to be doubted, trades to be made.

Also, apparently, I am going to have to file taxes from here and I’m not sure how exactly I will do that on a public computer. I’m NOT going to do it on a public computer, come to think of it. At all. I mean, on this one, the keys are still sticky from the dude who ate waffles with his hands.

I sure could use a drink. Man, I miss drinking. I haven’t had a drink in, what? A long ass time. Previously, when I did financial shit, I would have a drink or nine. I now see why.

In other news, people rotate in and rotate out, crazy as shit. People who secretly want to fuck children or dogs. People too scared to go outside. People who cry all the time and want to kill themselves.

I’m starting to suspect they think I’m a spy, but they won’t kick me out. Oh, no. Not at 200 bucks a day.

ka-CHING!