Mushrooms
Dear Journal,
Can't talk long, took another dose of Polly's shrooms and Dr Mother's setting up the fMRI to see if they affect the new lobe any differently from the old one.
Tonight was so fun. I've really missed spending time with Polly and Liam. They took me to all the best nightclubs in Monstropolis: Euphoria, the Dead Dove, Papa Gander's, and others I don't even remember. I got to see Temptation Within, live! Polly crowd surfed, which I guess isn't that difficult for a ghost, but the crowd sure was into it. Liam judged everyone for showing how much fun they were having, but I know he enjoyed himself as well.
Did I mention I started a revolution? I started a revolution. The bouncer at Club Club didn't want to let us in, and Liam and Polly were both getting pouty about it. As cute as they are when they pout, I couldn't let my first night out with them in months end with a whimper, so I get the rest of the crowd's attention and I just started talking out of my ass. I totally ended up ripping off Tolstovski's "pedin pandi thing that he wrote way back when. I must have made an impression (understand, Journal, I was already quite tipsy at this point), because the next thing I knew we were charging the front of Club Club. Liam and Polly were thrilled, though obviously for very different reasons. I think Liam was surprised I even knew who Tolstovski was.
After we overthrew the club manager and declared Club Club a welcome space to all, Polly started tossing her patented "Polly Favors" into the crowd, which turned the place from a dance club into a mosh dungeon. That was when she gave me a taste of her new hybrid shrooms, I let her possess my body, and we danced like maniacs until four in the morning. It's gonna be days bfeore before we're all fully recovered, but you know what, Journal? Totally worth it!
Okay, I can see the little people in the photos on my wall starting to dance, so I think's time for me to go lay in the cool embrace of the fMRI now. Oh! I should leave my bolts here. Don't want a repeat of last February.
Good night, Journal!
Hugs and kisses,
Betty