So I guess it's time to tell you guys that I'm not okay...

When you're a young woman who lives alone in a spacious, one bedroom apartment, things can get pretty lonely (especially if your place isn't haunted and especially if you don't see dead people). Well, after many nites of being in self-imposed social isolation, you start to get bored. And after you get bored, you get lonely. And after you get lonely, you go crazy. So, that's where I'm at right now. Crazy.

Let me introduce you to my children (yes, I gave birth to them!) who help me pass the time and reinforce the fact that I'm crazy:


Ham & Bacon

These twin brothers are my first-born. They are actually very comfy slippers that double as a comedy duo (in the style of Laurel and Hardy, of course) :P Ham goes on the left foot; Bacon goes on the right.


Bulbsaur

This is Bulbasaur. You may have seen him before. Here, he is pictured enjoying sushi (he takes after his mother) ;) He likes to sleep with me in bed at nite and gives me moral support when I'm up late, writing papers. In reality, he makes a great pillow.


Toasty

And last, we have Toasty. She's my only animate child, and I've had her since January, making her almost 9 months old. Isn't she adorable? Even though she's feisty, she's pretty good about not picking on the other, less animate kids. Instead, she performs kamikaze jumps from the windowsill onto my face when I'm sleeping. I'm not even kidding about that...

So, there you have it.

Yes, my womb is incredible to have spawned such an incredible variety of species.

Yes, they are all adorable.

Yes, I need to get out more. :P