I woke up at like seven in the evening on the floor and Selphie and Enid were arguing with Blythe about something. It turned out that they were blitzed out of their minds and could not fathom the fact that we did not have the thing they needed, thinking he was lying.
As soon as I brought out the twins though, my ever-so-spacey fairweather friends' focus shifted to them. I don't know why people love infants so much; obviously I naturally must love my own, but they're boring since they can't talk. As soon as they learn I will have to ask them: how did it feel to be born?
I wouldn't remember; I was passed out from the morphine. Pfft, natural births, eh. Why not go with the drugs if they'll stop your pain? Just because it's called "labor" doesn't mean it has to be physically unpleasant. Doing it without the aid of medicine does not make you a badass.
Either way, Enid and Selphie will probably be spreading this recent news with the entire quadrant within a couple of days and I'll be getting phone calls left and right. I do not like being popular! As a former child star I've been through that already!
-@llison J. Fairweather
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