Dear Mic's Diary,

Today I lost my diary so I'm writing this on my Kung Fu Panda DVD's. Well, anyways, I can't sleep. It's 1 am and I can hear Fan, Paintbrush, Lightbulb and Test Tube meow at each other from their room. This is horrible. I am in shambles. My life is in tatters. Okay but in all seriousness, I'm confused on why they decided to autistically meow at each other at this hour. Oh well, it's not the worst thing I've gone through in my life. 

Oh my god, people are joining in on the meowing. I can hear Yin-Yang and the Cherries I think? This is getting worse. The worst is that I want to join in on the meowing. It's calling me. But I will resist the urge. I will not meow tonight, or ever. 

The urge to join in on the meowing is strong, though. I feel it in my body. I want to be ultra neurodivergent too but I will resist it.

Okay. Fuck it, I'll join them. I'm running out of space to write anyway. I'll join in in the pure neurodivergence and idiocy. It's just too strong to resist.

Tbh most of these ideas are things I think of at night soooooo yeah.