I find it extremely tedious to write blog entires on days like this, but I feel like I have to or else I will get out of the habit. Keeping a journal of this time, not to mention keeping my loved ones updated, is a serious commitment and if I don't keep doing it I will be really disappointed with myself.
But today, like so many other days here, was terribly dull. There are no groups on Sundays, only an outing, democratically decided upon, and, well, there are some serious flaws in democracy. Like, for instance, if the only people voting are insane. Are people in the nuthouse allowed to vote in real elections? Well, they shouldn't be. The patients decided on laser tag, a past time which I am completely against. Why would I want to participate in mock combat? That shit will just bring negativity.
So, I spent almost my entire day reading "The Adventures of Kavalier and Clay" by Michael Chabon. It is a really awesome book, about comics and New York and the Jewish experience and all sorts of other things. It's quite sprawling. I've read it before but it's been years and warranted being looked at again.
I also went to the YMCA. Working out is not at all hard if you have "America's Next Top Model" on the television in front of you. Other things that work: Project Runway, Ace of Cakes, Keeping Up With The Kardashians. Basically, reality TV is a complete necessity if you are at the gym. Without it, you will fail! Leave your ipods and your copies of the New York Times at home, they are useless here!
Speaking of the New York Times, I was rather perplexed by it's sudden disappearance from our communal coffee table. It turns out our dear friend, My Favorite Schizophrenic, has been squirreling it away, trying to connect his conspiracies. What a cool dude.
So, tomorrow my quest for independence continues! Same bat time, same bat station.

The picture is of swan boats on Lake Eola, which is by far the best of the lakes that I have seen so far.