Xanax is what I spilled a few minutes after Son of Junebug left. Little pink pills were under the dressing table, the wardrobe, the bed, and in the folds of my robe and comforter. I got the flashlight and got down on my knees on the floor, which nearly killed me, and hunted for pink pills. I think I found most of them. They have a lot of dog hair mixed in with them now, but what does it matter? I eat dog hair in my meals everyday.
Considering that Xanax is prescribed to lessen my anxiety, you might be able to imagine that I felt a bit of . . . anxiety (remember our lesson on ellipsis?). I intended to take my pills, sit down at the laptop in my office, and answer a follower's grammatical concern, which I haven't done lately. Thanks to my anxiety, I am over my desire to write that post. I can't think clearly.
Penelope, will you please help me?
hello it is i penelope
i feel better now i have my friend coco and my brother franklin
mom mom's friend cherdo drew the picture of us after mom mom adopted me in georgia
i have a new game
i already liked to run around backyard fast fast fast with big fence to protect me
now i have stalking game
i pretend to hunt in backyard in leaves like something there i must catch
i hunt and then i run a little
i hunt and then i run a little more
i take my hunting serious and I run fast fast fast
i play this game as long as mom mom stays outside to be my audience and say go penelope
i don't want to play without mom mom audience
is fun to play
is fun to have brother franklin and human brother and mom mom and wooters man and know coco and cherdo love me from far away
okay that is all
mom mom always say help me please penelope
at least she say please
i love mom mom
i love everyone
time to get mom mom to bed