checking myself in

jfg freaked out when he received my text message:

i'm at the "doctor's" but it looks like i could be here a while. they weren't booking new patients until august so they told me to come to the emergency psychiatric department.

no, it wasn't an emergency. i even told the woman who suggested it to me that "but it's not really an emergency."

so it was either wait until august to get meds, or wait three or so hours. besides i've never been to the looney bin so i HAD to add the experience to my repertoire.

yes, there were some "crazy" people there. but i wonder if i was crazy. i imagined this whole crazy image for myself:

i am currently reading madame bovary by gustave flaubert. since the only thing to do in a waiting room is wait, i was reading. i imagined myself this genius who had a nervous breakdown from all the pressures of existence and was there to check myself in, along with my notebook of astrophysics-problems-to-be-solved.

anyway jfg came to make the time more enjoyable. i had already seen and spoken with like four people and when he got there, i was waiting for them to give me the papers so i could go.

he asks if i could let him have some "happy pills."

i tell him they're not happy pills, but un-unhappy pills.

btw, i did not check myself in (don't worry it wasn't that serious) but am sitting comfortably in the warm part of the l ibrary (in the little room filled with computers).