You know, I just spent 5 days in the goddamn hospital. And I had a FUCKING BLAST. I read a novel a day, watched horror movie marathons with some of the other patients, played dominoes and cards, and sort of relaxed most of the time. Then I did the REALLY fun part. I met a woman in there who came in the same time as me and who was discharged today as well. We talked quite a bit and played lots of dominoes together, and then I helped her sort through lists of homeless shelters, looking for a place she could stay, tried to help think of places she could try to find jobs, and just before I left, I gave her my phone number and offered to help her out with anything she needed. And you know what, I really, truly hope she does give me a call sometime and asks me to help find a place, or for a ride, or just for a little chat. It's kinda selfish, i know. But I'm *serious* about continuing to have a good time.