Ainsley has been talking non-stop since she woke up this morning. Whenever she has been unrestrained by a seatbelt, she has been walking, usually in circles. Her topics of conversation change with every breath. I am so confused. Is she talking to me? To the dog? To R2D2? Am I supposed to respond? When I do, she tells me she wasn't speaking to me. Ian is like this every morning until his Adderall kicks in.
One of us needs drugs ... now!
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