About Mexican Food and Hyperactivity

Which has been the theme of this week and the last.



For my sister's birthday, we cooked a big, delicious, finger licking mexican meal, but the consequences of the feast were soon upon us.



The end of the meal found us gibbering like wild baboons with a lisp, and swinging our limbs at whatever hapless object that just happened to be there.



And my stomach almost burst from laughing.



Must have been the jamaica.



It's been an ongoing thing right now, with Sonya protesting that she is indeed sane and not afflicted with ADD.



But you really should see her climb walls.



In other pointless news, I'm addicted to sleep and haven't had my fix yet.



Goodnight.