I was for some reason showing Jon's parents around some city that I've never been to, like St. Louis or Philadelphia or something. I tell them to park and that we can walk down a little bit to go see something, but it ends up being that we have to go down eight floors on a large spiral ramp. I however, did not need to walk; I had a scooter. Remember those Razor scooters? Yeah. One of those. I felt pretty bad that I had forgotten how far down we had to go, and that they were walking, but whatever.

When we finally get there, I of course have no idea what to show them because I have never been there. Fortunately, they run into some old friends they haven't seen in a while and take a while to catch up. I slip of to the bathroom, except the men's and women's signs are swapped apparently, because as I open the women's door, some ten year old boy comes out. So I go in the other one, with much hesitancy, but then realized that it's actually one big room and you just go to the left or right or whatever. Totally no need for two doors.

I go into a stall but the door does not close. The toilet sticks out farther than the door. This upsets me, but whatever. Then I look over and see my laundry basket in the stall, and I freak out. How am I going to get this back to Chicago? I have completely fucked up. I have fucked up my entire life. I start crying a lot.

Because of said laundry basket, I have a completely breakdown and end up back at Highland Park Hospital. Claudette is the only person I know there, even the entire staff has changed. Very sad.

I was meeting with the new shrink and suddenly people just started streaming in, and we were both like "what the fuck?" But it turned out to be my sosc class. Sosc class + Greg. I thought he was ignoring me at first, but it turns out he just didn't notice me for a while. Then he just walked over and started talking to me during class, but I couldn't hear him.

Then some crazy old fat lady came stumbling in and said she had an eating disorder so could she please join us. My prof was like...uh, ok? Then she started complaining to the professor that she hadn't received the "course packet" and he said she needed to buy the Freud book. She scoffed at that. Then we started talking about something else and she said, "whoa whoa whoa, what the hell are you talking about? Nobody gave me that." Prof said, "you can share with someone?" She very loudly said, "Jesus, I bet we have to buy that, too. This is such bullshit."

Then Gabe rode his bike to the hospital and we spent a few minutes making fun of people with eating disorders. Then we went home.

Labels: eating disorders, greg, school