Some people never go crazy. Me, sometimes I'll lie down behind the couch for 3 or 4 days. They'll find me there. "It's Megan," they'll say, and they pour wine down my throat, rub my chest, sprinkle me with oils. Then, I'll rise with a roar, rant, rage - curse them and the universe as I send them scattering over the lawn. I'll feel much better
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