Mental Breakdowns, Chocolate and Licking. (Not necessarily in that order.)

Note: This was written day of but as I said in my previous post, I had been debating whether or not to make the blog or not. Continue reading.

I just had a slight meltdown. But let me start before today even happened to give some background - my boyfriend and I (to whom I will refer to as Afroman, despite him lacking his afro currently.) are staying at his Godfather's house for the week. Why, you might ask? Well, he has to work and I'm essentially homeless. Work is in Tampa, where we normally live. But since school hasn't started and neither has our apartment lease, we have been staying at his parents in Orlando, but obviously, that doesn't quite work out. This morning, we woke up at like, 9 which is extremely early for us. We had breakfast/lunch which was out Olive Garden leftovers from last night. Then we spent the day at Busch Gardens - him working, me dilly-daddling. Since it's summer, they have the special 'Summer Nights' program ending each day with this awesome show called Kinetix. If you haven't heard of it go (here). It's spiffy. Anyways - on the way back to his godfather's place, we stopped at Circle K and got a large soda. 68 cents for a (oz) soda ain't bad. We also stopped and got Reese's Cups. I only ate one, but drank half the soda. Obviously you wouldn't know since you probably don't know me in person but, I also have ADHD. This makes things interesting when sugar and caffeine are injected into my system. Such is the story of tonight.

We were sitting on the bed, reading Hyperbole and a Half and I decide it's bed time. Afroman asks if my sugar crash is happening. I mumble yes and throw my computer on the ground (okay well, not throw but it's a high-up bed so I feel like I am, even though it's landing on a pile of clothes) and try to sleep. This is a mistake. I decide it's a FANTASTIC TIME to starting licking afroman's back (Okay never mind, that sounds like I'm a super-hero whore.) my boyfriend's back. So I do. Then I pop a couple of pimples he has there (No, I didn't lick those.) and then I slip behind his computer and start peeking out from the sides and top. This is when he counter-attacks and starts to poke me in the forehead. Mind you, I started to giggle uncontrollably shortly after I starting this strange licking. Finally, I decide it's a great idea to sneak around the bed and surprise him. I slip off and go around my side then the foot of the bed. He already knows what I'm doing but I'm pretending he's clueless. Suddenly, he's quiet. I look up and there he is, looking at him. Our conversation at this point is something like this:

Me: Dang it! *giggles*

Boyfriend: *stares*

Me: *Falls down, giggling*

Boyfriend: *Ignores me, goes back to reading awesome blog*

Me: *falls over further, giggle uncontrollably, so much that I begin to hyperventilate*

Boyfriend: I'll pretend I didn't see you and you can scare me again.

Me: Mmkay. *giggles start up again*

So, I finally finish my crawl around the bed and jump up, making some weird animal noise. My boyfriend pretends to act surprised. He goes back to reading, I go crawl back to the foot of the bed and jump up again with a different but still stupid animal noise. He throws his arms up and makes a noise as well. This completely derails my giddiness for a couple of seconds as I am sad he has ruined my fun. But then he apologises and I go back to giggling. I looked at the wood work on the foot of the bed and realize it looks like a bunch of gavels lined up. Then I decide more licking is in order. My boyfriend is watching me and I lick the gavel-like wood. He is confused. Then I realize how BAD it tastes and grab the little bit of sparkling water that's left on the dresser and down it. Wood-lacquer taste is still in my mouth. I wipe tongue with hand then shirt. It's gone. Then I lick my boyfriends hand. At this point, the story just consists of me licking things for a minute or so, so I'll just list the items; gavel-like wood, my boyfriend's hand, the sheets, his neck, his computer, the sheets again, his arm, his birthmark on his arm (it's not a hairy mole or anything, just discoloured skin - I also discover this bit of skin seems to taste sweeter, but it's probably just my delusional mind having fun with me), his arm again, then I suck on his arm, and then I lick his forearm, which is hairy and gross. (Mind you I had climbed back onto the bed after I licked his hand the first time.) This the point where I am giggling hard because licking is funny and he's wondering what the hell is wrong with me and I fall off the bed. I did try to catch myself and he did try to help me not fall, but I'm giggling, his arms and hand are slimy and icky from my saliva so, I fall off the bed.

This causes me to laugh HARDER! So hard, that I start making crying-sounds. After about a minute, I start to ACTUALLY CRY. Why this is happening, neither of us know but now my boyfriend is quite alarmed and crawls down to me. I start to choke on my laughing/tears and he sits me up and holds me for a minute while I collect myself. I apologize for being insane and distracting him and he says it's fine, as long as I'm okay. I apologise again because I am a compulsive apologiser and remind him that I really should not have sugar and caffeine this late and when I'm tired. We climb back up onto the bed and I write this out for you, whoever you are if you are even reading this, and he is now playing League of Legends with his brother and friends because my boyfriend is a super nerd that I love.

I also love that he puts up with my insanity. This is NOT the first time I've giggled/laughed uncontrollably after sugar/caffeine.

EDIT: It is now morning. More things happened after that last night. I shall continue the story....

I lay down, get ready for bed, then I turn over and tell my boyfriend that I WANT CHOCOLATE! He denies me, stating I will just get hyper again. I deny his statement and threaten to start licking things again. Finally, we agree that I can have pudding. It's Chocolate, but it's also vanilla, so it can't be that bad, right?

He feeds it to me, since I'm only allowed half, then we trek back upstairs. My going up and down the stairs was ridiculous though. Going down, I scooted down each step. Going up, I was on all fours. I realize now that I must have looked super stupid. Anyways, we get back up stairs and lay down. Then I start to giggle again. And poking and tickling him. I become annoying quickly with my weird antics and (As it seems I have been this whole time.) extremely obnoxious. I get 'mad' at him and start to lick things again., despite my agreement not to if I got my pudding. That's when HE tells me I'm being obnoxious and so I get mad and fall onto the floor and crawl over to the door, saying I will just sleep on the floor since he doesn't want me up there. I just lay there and play with the glow necklace sticks that are on the floor and doorknob (We have NO idea why they are there!) and in this, I heard a weird noise and freak out and beg him to turn the lights on. He does and I discover that it's the door stopper that made the sound since it's spring. I play with it for a little bit then put my head down.

After about 5 minutes, he comes to check on me and my sugar high is FINALLY gone! He tells me I should sleep on the bed, not the floor and I just state that I really have to pee. So he helps me up and walks me to the bathroom. I go in, do my stuff then return to the bedroom and run and flop on the bed. He is exasperated at this point, but knows that if he massages my back and neck, I will pass out. So he does. I pass out.

But now this morning, it's almost 11, he is out running an errand and he does not seem too keen on me and my antics last night. I've apologised about 20 times this morning so I hope that he is not uber upset with me. I would really hate it if he was. :/

Edit: He was not, he was just glad that I was unharmed, minus a mysterious bruise on my leg that we decided was from when I fell off the bed.