Well... where should I start? I suppose and explanation of my whereabouts for the last six months would be in order! If you recall from my last post the judge sent me to a new female therapist. Before I could even open my mouth and tell her my side of the story she said she had reviewed my file, talked to Mr. Walla at length and come to the conclusion I was, in fact, a psychotic delusional stalker and a danger to Mr. Walla! That was the last straw. I leaped over the desk and smacked that bitch all the way into next week. It took three security guards to pull me off of her. Needless to say, the judge was not pleased with the results of my "evaluation" and sent me to The Sybil Brand Institute for Women to "teach me a lesson".

They put me in a cell with a very hard looking older women named Marge who kept calling me "Cookie" and made slurping sounds whenever I bent over. That always made the other women giggle for some reason. At lights out that night the guard stopped at our door and yelled, "NO BUTTIN' PUSSIES ON MY WATCH BITCHES!!!" I had no idea what she was talking about but she kept shining her light into our cell all night so I couldn't get to sleep.
Marge snored and talked in her sleep so by midnight I was about ready to suffocate her with my pillow!!!

Ingrid is getting hungry and so am I so I tell you all more tomorrow....