and to celebrate this lovely day I got a visit from the wicked witch, the chimp, the wolf and Lucy – my very own spoiled toddler with no prefrontal cortex what so ever.
I’ve been chatting with them all day but I’m finally getting the feeling that they’re about to leave. So there. I am now sober, but I am also a person that has started to not only talk to imaginary creatures of the mind – but to also write about the fact that I talk to imaginary creatures. There you go.