8:19 a.m.
Dr. Carey wanted to talk about Intake Day. So I said I took a bunch of pills. That as I started foaming at the mouth my neighbor Mr. Petrov burst in and found me. The first thing he saw was my German shepherd mix, April, trying to lap it off my face. Then, he remembered to save my life. I don't know why I lied... Mr. Petrov is an asshole. That characterization is really too generous.

Also, how and why would he know to just barge into my apartment at my most vulnerable moment? I guess good people just know.

Dr. Carey didn't say anything.