The asylum is really nice once you get used to it. I mean, once you disregard the fact that you're stuck in a windowless room without access to the outside world, you really start to like it! There isn't much to do here. To pass time, I've been counting all the little dots on the ceiling. When I'm finished with the ceiling, I'll count the dots on the floor.
I've spoken to my fellow asylum members. Some people are there for trying to free all the kangaroos from the zoo. That's a little cliché, isn't it? Another man claims he can talk to animals. That's just a huge copy of Doctor Doolittle. I pride myself in my originality. No one else is here for the attempted murder of a fictional character.
I'm going to reread Les Miserables in my spare time. I managed to sneak it into the asylum. I carry the book with me at all times. I've developed a large amount of arm strength from carrying the Brick with me every moment of the day. As I was saying, I'm partially rereading Les Miserables, but only the parts with Enjolras.
Those passages are like a bible to me. It just inspires me so much. Whenever I read it, I just become more convinced that Enjolras is planning a new revolution that will defy the boundary between reality and fantasy. According to my psychologist, the boundary can't be broken and I will never get to meet Enjolras. I'll put my faith in the fearless leader instead of the crazy doctor. Whether he is fictional or not, Enjy is my one true love.
I'm getting bored with my new name. Patria Patterson doesn't have a nice ring to it. I'm sure Enjolras will want his wife to have a beautiful name. I think Marie Suzette suits me much more. It's a much prettier name.
Patria
