Tag Archives: Tired

10-26-09 (1:45 a.m.) Sleep? Whassat?

Tired, can’t sleep. Visions of sugarplums, etc. etc.

12-13-2008 (2:00 Am) Contemplating Misery

In my time here I have been called names like ‘baby raper’ and ‘child molester’, I’ve been spit on, had my food taken, property stolen, had my room trashed and cups of urine thrown at me. I’ve been forced to defend myself physically several times, been the aggressor once and learned to sleep with one [...]