Yesterday, after Brother Oliver informed Me that I am having My Hipsterectomy surgery on the 26th, he told Me that everything will be OK and that I shouldn’t freak out about it. I’m not sure why he felt the need to say that, because I am totally not freaking out. Nope. Not Me. I’m The Leader, after all! I never freak out. I just stay niiiiice and calm, no matter the situation.
I mean, it’s really no big deal at all, right? So I have to go to The Bad Place. No problem. And I have to get surgerized. No worries! Sounds fun! I might even get to stay at The Bad Place overnight afterward! Yay! Sounds wonderful! Nope. I am calm as can be. Nothing to see here. Especially no freaking out…. AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
What? Why am I yelling? Oh, that’s nothing. I just do that sometimes when I’m feeling totally relaxed and at ease. It makes perfect sense if you don’t think about it. Alright. Yeah. I’m feeling good. I think I’m just going to go in here for awhile and continue to not freak out.
As you can see, this is a great place to hide…errrrrr…. I mean lay and enjoy my blissful state of non-freaked-outedness. So that’s what I’m going to do. Oh, and by the way… if the Guardians ask, you haven’t seen Me.
So Sayeth Otis