Here I sit at the C&P, at the Mission Table, listening, observing as usual. I am sharing a table with a woman with a baby in a rocking baby carrier and two dogs. She hasn't looked up or said "Boo" to me. But I'm used to that.

Beside me, are three people, a man and two women. The man and one woman, from what I overhear, appear to be visiting one woman, who has a well-behaved shepherd, who howled when a siren went by.

I had a hard night last night, not sleeping well. I have not been sleeping well at all for a week. I don't think the Olanzepine is working well for me. I told Sharon, my nurse, yesterday about the symptoms and she called the doctor, my psychiatrist, and he said to cut back, but this not sleeping is getting old.

John, my guest, is not sleeping well either, and I'm afraid I'm keeping him awake as well. We are not happy about this. John is staying another two weeks, until his money arrives. We are just kind of in limbo. He is very angry in general, about yuppies, so he would not like this place, he doesn't.

John is 6'4", shaved head, he looks angry, not many men mess with him. Sadly, he doesn't get many women, either, which tends to make him even angrier.

All four people in my vicinity, the visiting couple and their host with a dog, and the woman with two dogs and a baby have left. What a relief, but rather suddenly lonely as well.