I have been really crotchety the last few days. The whole Johnny thing is really gotten to me. We all complain about being tired. Or not having enough time. Or not having a job. Or wanting a new job. Or wanting the new Indiana Jones DVD set. But those complaints are pretty meaningless in the bigger picture. Just imagine, what he is going through right now. Basically imprisoned. Not really getting the kind of help he needs (I doubt he is getting classes on dealing with his illness and interacting with the outside world).
I hope he's keeping a journal of this it would make an interesting read. Or it would be a rambling piece of crap like that Mark Vonnegut book.
On a happier note, one of my bosses just came back from a meeting where people were in costume and they handed them goodie bags. She brought me one, mmm sweet sweet candy.