[Posted to Xanga 4/4/11]

So some of you know that I had kind of a tumultuous day on Thursday (well, and the first half of Friday). For the rest of you, the short version: I went to a particular psychiatrist for the first time; he decided my present condition was bad enough that I needed to be in a mental hospital, refused to listen to me when I said that would be a bad thing for me, threatened to call the police on me when I said I wouldn't go, and eventually insisted that I go to the ER despite my pleading. I went to the ER with my uncle, we waited for hours, I talked to a whole lot of doctors and nurses, and I eventually convinced the ER personnel that I didn't need to be in a mental hospital. They kept me a while longer for having a high heart rate (that was a large part of the holdup before, too), I went home around 8 AM Friday and slept for about four hours, and then I caught a Greyhound up to Atlanta, MARTA'd from Garnett to another station, and came to Ryan's apartment. Hung out with Henry and some other people for a while, chilled until Ryan came back from work, and got to hang out with Ryan for the first time in forever.

I'm considerably happier here. I didn't know I'd be fresh out of the ER after one of the more traumatic experiences in my life thus far as I was planning this trip. I just got lucky. I needed something like this. More than a psychiatrist or medications right now I needed to not be alone. Not to say that my aunt and uncle aren't there. Just that I miss my friends.

I'm in Atlanta for about one and a half more weeks, so if you're around, feel free to say hey; I don't think Ryan would mind if some old friends came to see me. Misty, if you're reading this, you and I need to hang out. Vivian, you too. I already know I'm getting to see my parents and Mark.