I’m a Fun Addict. I’m Addicted to Fun.

Dudes.

This is me (usually).

Bug Says: reflect on the past.

This is me on camp.

bugging out

Seriously, every time I go to camp I’m completely useless when I come home.  The moms think it’s great, but Tank thinks I have a problem.  I tried to play it off as narcolepsy, maybe a sleep disorder, but he’s not buying it.  He knows.  I’m addicted. I’m addicted to fun.

It’s totally embarrassing.  If I pull a long shift at camp I can’t even stay up to watch my nighttime stories, and tonight is just another example of that.  I waited all week for The Voice and before it’s even a glimmer on my TV screen I can barely keep my eyes open.

I guess I’m going to have to work on being a less fun girl.  It might not be possible – but I’m going to try.  I don’t think I could handle cutting down on my days at camp – I’d go through an ugly withdraw and would most likely start lashing out at my loved ones.

I’m home tomorrow for a rest day, so I may look up some outpatient treatment centers so that I can start to face my addiction slowly and steadily.

Stay cool my babies,

xx Bug