The insulin drug shoot was supposed to late this week, so I guess I didn't get it. Oh well.

My sleep schedule makes it kind of tough to keep track of what day it is sometimes. I guess I just stayed home both Friday and Saturday night.

Everyone I've talked with naturally assumes that my assailant is crazy in some way. Coincidentally, I've been reading G.K. Chesteron's Orthodoxy, and am slowly reading and re-reading chapter 2 The Maniac. Chesterton's mastery of the language makes him almost impossible to summarize without losing some valuable essence of the content, but i'll try: if I get him properly, those we might consider mad or insane are not incapable of reason, but are instead limited by the facts they allow within their universe or world view. It would follow that the degree of insanity would correspond to the narrowness of world view.

There's a lot here but it's late, so I'll come back to this.