I didn't used to have dreams, I figured what I need is what I have. I have begun to have dreams again. Maybe my brain is telling me something. Too wake up and get a backbone? Weathers great right now. The cold doesn't bother me. I have thick skin in any situtation. Stabbed a guy today, with a pen. I was feeling like i was in a small space already when he pushed his desk in the back of my chair so he could recline. Even though he is bigger than me i was able to push it back. He got pissed and said some stuff in whispers which he wouldn't have the backbone to say to my face. He started drawing with his pen on my neck. I just kept working through it. He pushed again. Pushed back. He did it again. This time harder. So I turned round and stabbed him. He complained bout it and said I am gonna tell. I told him to do it. So he mutter some more stuff. I won't be pushed.