Charlie's been taking good care of me while my parents are gone. He keeps bringing me more Klonopin. I am usually only allowed two a week.
"Dad is going to shit in his britches when he finds out how much Klonopin you've given me," I told Charlie.
"I don't want you to get all crazy on me," Charlie said laughing.
We both then burst out laughing.
Charlie brings me gifts. Yesterday, I ate entirely too much. Helen's wonderful meal and then Charlie brought me a Wendy's double with cheese and a Biggie Fries. My favorite part was the coke. I don't get caffeine drinks very often.