I just got back from my therapy session and I think the meds may be working a little too well because I suddenly realized that I’m trying to get an A+ in sanity. There’s a small part of me that thinks I’ll lose my scholarship if I don’t.
Press your wet nose against my right leg THE ENTIRE TIME I AM BLOWING MY HAIR DRY, with an expression that says, “Are you gonna feed me? Are you gonna feed me? Are you gonna feed me?” P.S. STOP LICKING THE COUCH.
Right now Leta is playing with a sealed bag of HALLS Mentho-Lyptus cough drops (with Advanced Vapor Action), a bottle of vegetable laxatives (relieves constipation gently [yeah, right]) with a child-proof lid, and a wire whisk. I have never seen her so happy.