warning/excuses: i'm heavily medicated. not so heavily medicated that i can't drive (anymore) or be around small children. (they've suffered through me all year, they can survive another 3 weeks)
sometimes when i'm medicated, i get real funny. at least in my little whacked out world. but all the same, i giggle. and get so highly entertained, that i don't care if rootbeer is uncontrollably fizzing all over my sweatpants, or if my extremely juicy apple is getting all over my planbook. cause you know why? at least i'm not crying anymore in searing pain. and i was there this weekend.
so - i know i had my dad worried this weekend with silly things i said. i said something about having my blinker on, when i was laying in bed. and i just now made a comment to tib that i was almost in tears over... and then, i held my breath. cause what if she didn't get it. but she did, cause she's tib. and she gets me.
the bottom line is, i know i don't entertain everyone. i might even annoy a few. but i keep myself smiling, most of the time. and this weekend, i've tickled my own fancy a few too many times. (we're not supposed to be able to tickle ourselves!!!) and i think its the drug induced self that makes "normal" hayley - the one thats buried deep inside, chuckle. at least i make me smile. drug induced hayley isn't nearly as cynical or sarcastic as authentic hayley, she's just much sillier.