Jeezus, I just walked in to talk to somebody and they barely let me leave.
All I wanted to do was get a referral to psychologist and what do they do? They stick me in this scary little locked white room, with two cameras, a panic button, and a few chairs, which were chain locked to the floor. Then they send in a Neurologist, a student doctor and some nurse to take some blood samples. They ask me questions for an hour, leave for half an hour, come back with a "plan" for me, use the phrase "IF we let you leave..." (of course, my being there was totally voluntary,) so I get a little worried and I say, "I've been here for a couple hours, I'll just go out side for a smoke and come right back." To which they reply "why don't you just stay here for 10 minutes." Then the Neurologist and the student doctor leave again, but this time a 300lb guy comes in, takes the one chair that isn't bolted down out of the room and tells me the girls were afraid I was going to bolt. So he closes the door and two armed police officers come and stand outside it.
Anyway, at this point I'm pretty much the most paranoid I've ever been without some sort of chemical assistance. And even now, I'm sure that the ONLY reason they let me leave is my partner came down and agreed to keep an eye on me 24 hours a day for the next three days.
I've got four new pages to upload , I've just been feeling down and well, kinda bat-shit crazy the last few weeks, so I was waiting for a positive fan letter to motivate me to upload some more pages. I guess I've received that now, so as soon as I calm down a little I'll upload the next couple pages of Petra Puppy, (should be this weekend.)
But in the meantime, if you want to send me some encouragement fan mail (especially with kinky pictures,) feel free, my e-mail is firstname.lastname@example.org
-Kyle C. Trouble Bridgett