I'm going through various weird emotions right now, but I'm buoyed by the fact that I was able to see my father, brother and Hack during visitation yesterday. I haven't had a visit since Christmas, so it's nice to see warm and welcome faces. I mean, beyond my usual slew of co-workers: they count, but not in the same way. I'm going to keep it brief, because I haven't quite figured out how to articulate the weirdness of the thoughts in my head at the moment. No, they're not kinky, nor are they even of that nature: I'm conflicted about the nature of punishment and rehabilitation, especially mine, but I'm not quite firing all my synapses just yet.