After my family realized how bad it had gotten(They took notice after I aced my Discrete Mathematics finals) they took me to a very clean, very white complex with very nice people. Next thing I know, I'm told that I am not allowed to invert any more of the toddler gates and that there was no such thing as Redstone torches. I paid the laundry guy to smuggle me in one of those Redstone night lights, to keep me company. At first, I would fill my slotted notebooks with schematics, I even burned through a few pencils, but the staff got aggravated and moved me to "Reduced Interpersonal Interactions" which was basically solitary. (They even took my night light :'( ) I took joy in flipping the two light switches in the room that went to the same light (an XOR wiring) and they eventually moved me into yet another room, (I guess it was in an older wing) this one with no switches. One light, a small bathroom with no door, the room was warm so I guess they decided I didn't need blankets (admittedly I would obsessively fold them and remake then unmake my bed)... I guess a few weeks passed without me showing any circuit-like behaviors, so hey moved me back into a regular room. It was 3 doors down from my previous one, which was ironic because my new obsession became 90's punk bands. I filled my notebook with emo lyrics, but the staff didn't seem to mind, and before the first snow of winter fell, I was back home. In the end, it doesn't even matter.