I think this ‘Note to Selfe’ that I stuck to my mirror should cover Friday fairly well:
NOTE TO SELFE!
Do NOTTE under ANY circumstances mix alcohol with Dried Frog Pills
Remember the Student Common Room!
In layman’s terms, this means that no matter how moody I am, I’m not insane and thus do not need them. All they seem to do is make me maniacally happy and fly. Yes, fly. Ok, admittedly, it was fun. Pure, pure fun. But, no. Just no. Not again.
For one thing, I hit my head on the rafters and now have a bruise on my forehead.
So, mood since then has been fairly flat. And the empty feeling is back. Not good, not good, I tend to do VERY stupid things when like this…
I miss Andre
Do NOTTE under ANY circumstances mix alcohol with Dried Frog Pills
Remember the Student Common Room!
In layman’s terms, this means that no matter how moody I am, I’m not insane and thus do not need them. All they seem to do is make me maniacally happy and fly. Yes, fly. Ok, admittedly, it was fun. Pure, pure fun. But, no. Just no. Not again.
For one thing, I hit my head on the rafters and now have a bruise on my forehead.
So, mood since then has been fairly flat. And the empty feeling is back. Not good, not good, I tend to do VERY stupid things when like this…
I miss Andre