I remembered I was in jail. I had period. I changed my underwear climbing up in the morning. They immediately released me from Vanier. The way they said about me was that I was a troublesome woman. I disagreed. I was only there for revenge. I’m not a singer songwriter. I climbed up just to write about my enemy. They seemed to be everywhere. I couldn’t breathe surrounded by them. I’m in the throe of people amassing around me. If I was ever married I was a bad daughter in law. I found out there were people waiting for me to die. So I climbed up again to make them suffer and fall on their faces. But they are up and running their elections again. What a weird day to be alive. Etc.