Last night was a bit more than I could handle. Very switch. Cyndi came out and "chatted" with the new roommate. I feel like I've been hit by a mac truck while on 10 hits of acid. I'm contemplating going into the hospital just to get away from everything. It sounds nice and peaceful right now. But, that would be giving up. Hiding. Maybe what I need to do is see how deep this rabbit hole goes. Let the doors to hell open. Find the answers. I think everything is close.