Tonight, my pizzas started talking to me. I think I'm ready for a trip to to the psych ward again before they start telling me what to do. Or else I had an acid flashback, but I haven't touched that in years. I have no idea what the hell happened. The worst part was the screaming whn I popped the bubbles. I think I need a check up to say the least.
- Tags:insanity, work
- Music:"freak of the week"- Marvellous 3