Tired

Over the last couple of days I have been so exhausted from Sybil calling me fifty times a day, trying to explain to me why she should be allowed to go home from therapy after two days that I've had no energy to write about how my mother screamed that she should have whipped the shit out of me in front of her neurologist when I told her to calm down. I should have some energy tomorrow. In the meantime check out this picture I found of my mom. It looks like the type of picture hung up on a police bulletin board, at the top of course to show her importance to the investigation.