Denial.

This is the third time I have attempted to write a blog within the last 12 hours. I keep deleting the poop that comes out of my mouth because it is things like, "I ate bread with alfredo sauce last night." Or "Alex quit hiding people cigarettes in the ceiling!" That last statement wasn't said out loud, I definitely was thinking it though.

   I stopped writing last night because I passed out on my couch with a freaking adorable puppy. Now I am hiding underneath my blanket to keep me from realizing I woke up at 4:30 in the afternoon. Its still 4:30 in the morning under this blanket so I have every intention of staying under here until someone pries my dead, cold body out. Which wouldn't really be true, I would pretty much be a warm dead body since I am under a blanket. I just told my bedmate that I wasn't coming out from the blanket and he said, "Its ok, I will just kill you. They will be like 'Where's Brooke? She hasn't come out. Oh wait she never does,' so then no one will be suspicious and I will have an alliby. And then I will get rid of your body because we have dogs." To this I replied, "Just let me decompose on the bed." He said "No, on the floor." Then he left the room. But what I have to say to that is please keep the blankets over my head. I need to keep pretending it is not almost 6.

   And now it smells like a dentist office in here, and that is kind of intimidating when all you can hear is Lord of the Rings. 

   I came out of the blankets. It was getting hard to breath. Also I really need water.