Well, it looks like I have confirmation they really do want me alive. There are three big trucks including a cherry picker outside my window just in case I slash my wrists.
Of course, they could always come knock on my door and talk to me, but I'm a public works project as well. They use me to practice on. What the hell. I hope they brought something to read.
I'm really tired of this.
Come knock up if you guys get hungry. I have good teevee in here. And books.