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5:00PM The white room
Ha ha ha ha, never fear bloggers, I didn't die, I mean really KILL MYSELF, KILL MYSELF? How unoriginal! No turns out I really wasn't on top of castle apartments, I got lost and was found on a stair master knocked out, apparently from a falling lamp...I have been in the hospital for about 5 hours now, well that is what the clock says anyway, considering I arrived at 1 o'clock in the afternoon, and the clock now says 5. Now, I wouldn't mention this except the numbers 5 and 1 have been coming up a lot since I have been in the hospital. I wonder for example I am in the 1rst room on the 5th floor, and I have been seen by Five people of medicine, but have only been visited by one person of the non medical stature, Sister Sure-she-is of course! And my life well...tis but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage and then is heard no more...
7:00 pm
A very nice nurse, (who I am almost positive diggs me) turned the television on for me to watch. I had already had a good cry, I learned that my name is David today, David Brutus Casca the first. I am from England, and I have never once been to Wisconsin. When I was little my twin sister drowned, and I was apparently not the same ever since. The doctor thinks trauma and the imagination has caused my so called hallucinations. To be honest bloggers, I miss them...all I have wanted to do was help people, and all my helping was a lie the doctors think I could hurt myself or others when I am Sketchy Dave, and the pills they are making me take are not invisibility pills, but are to put an end to my silly imaginings. I would never be a hero, who wants that? All I wanted was to help people as a gentleman nothing more. When I looked up at the television I saw that the news was on, hmm nothing interesting except...