I was drugged. I'm not even kidding. Full-blown anesthetics and motrin. (Children's motrin, but it's still a helper.) Here's the proof... Sonia and I made this in physics. I call it "Nom-nam Style."
I'm sorry to the entire guard that I couldn't control my laughter... I'm sure that was annoying seeing as I laugh all the time already. I'm sorry that I hugged David, raped Mac's face, stalked Rose, poked Zoe, had to be Sam's partner, and laughed at Alex. I'm sure I was really annoying. Kelly, I'm so sorry you can't tell the difference between the real me and druggee me. (She literally asked if I was still on drugs because she couldn't tell the difference.) Frankie, I do appreciate how you still laughed with me and made faces. I felt semi-normal, and I hope we can continue this.
Sonia, thanks for getting in trouble with me and making it seem normal that I liked drugs. If I didn't know any better, I'd say we'd make a great couple of druggees.
Zoe, thank you for putting up with me at lunch. I like cheese.
Mac, thank you for telling me about drugs. You know your shiz.
Brandon, thank you for accepting my snapchats and not judging me.
Alexi, thank you for eating pudding and applesauce with me and hugging me and being my best friend and taking artsy pictures of photoshops, man, and looking at crazy youtube videos and being lajksdfghlasfhg I love you.
Mark, thank you for thinking this is normal me, pa.
Lynch, firk you. You think this is actually normal. (Thanks for putting up with me.)
David, I want another hug, a normal, not creepy hug. It made me feel a lot better. Oh! And being an orange family and skipping down the hallway holding hands... Yeah.
To all, thank you for putting up with my laughter. Everything is funny at this point.
Quote of the week: "Mom, I finished my popsicle, now give me drugs."
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