This is nice…

I’m feeling really really good right now. So calm, it’s hard to keep typing. That doctor was so nice to give me that shot, I feel like I could floooat away! I shouldn’t have broken him arms, that wasn’t very nice of me, or her, or us.

Why didn’t they give me this earlier? I feel so nice and I can’t feel that silly sister of mine either! Maybe she floated away! Up up up! And to think I thought this was such a bad place! My cell is so soft and cozy! Like a house! A really really small house! I like to rub up against the walls and purr like a kitty, AND, if I look at the ceiling long enough, the white bumps disappear and my sheep friends come and visit me. If I shake my head really hard, I can make them jump!

Micah use to like sheep. I remember that book he had about those sheep that wanted to eat the greener grass on the other side of the bridge, but there was a tree or a troll or something like that. Now that I think about it, we ARE those sheep! All D.L, Micah, and I wanted was to eat the greener grass! But Mr. Lindy was the troll!

What did they do to him again? I can’t remember, but it’s nice to relate to the sheep, they’re good friends. Next time Micah comes to see me I’ll ask him. Speaking of grass, I talked to my lawyer the other day. He told me something important…hmm…something about a penalty? I don’t remember that either, it probably wasn’t that important anyway.

Yesterday this one nice doctor (one I haven’t hit yet) brought me a black marker and some paper. I was happy to have something to do. He told me to draw what I felt, and said it would help him get to know me better. So I drew this!

He said I have anxiously about leaving Micah all alone, probably caused by
whatever that lawyer said about a penalty. I like my picture, I don’t see what’s wrong with it . Well, at least I’m not worried now! I hope that nice doctor comes again with his cute little syringe!