Make the Most Out of Your Wacko Basket Vacation!

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Fun things to do in the psych ward:

-Coloring
-Puzzles
-Eat puzzle pieces
-Change TV station from “Judge Judy” to “Zombieland”
-Wrap blanket around self and declare self “Jedi Master™ of Unit 2”
-Assume role of Coffee Maker in Chief
-Repeatedly request Yanni during music therapy
-Secretly hoard gripper socks
-Use the phone to order pizzas
-Impress the nurses during art therapy by making a collage made only of cutouts of the word “NO”
-List Paul McCartney as an emergency contact
-Ask if you can take your pillow home as a “souvenir”
-Chat up the orderlies—they are actually way more fun to be around than your assigned social worker
-Form a hide-and-go-seek league with your fellow patients. See if you can get the nurses in on the action as well.

These are just a few possibilities. Psych wards are objectively sucky. So make your stay memorable, and HAVE FUN!!!

[This is kind of a filler post. Sorry about that. I've been in a mean depressive state for the past several weeks which severely hampers my ability to get any work done whatsoever. You do not want to see my living space right now.]

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