Hello, all you happy peppy people of Mer’s readership! It’s me, Mer’s intern. I’m back… don’t be mad. I’m entertaining too. I’m from Canada, it’s a given.
As you probably know, Mer has been covered in headaches for almost a full month now. As of the last week, she’s also been doped out of her skull on painkillers. And while you might be congratulating her, NO. Don’t. It, from what I can tell through her barely concious rambles, sucks harder than a vacuum cleaner attached to a black hole. She is not enjoying it. But I’m not ashamed to say that I am.
First of all, this cocktail of narcotics has reduced Mer’s long-term memory to zero. This has given me psychic powers, pertaining to Gatorade flavours(orange, in case you wanted to send her some), topics of future blogs, and her reccomended dosage. I am like unto a god to doped-up Mer, what with the mind-reading and the future-knowing.
Second of all, her voice goes up by at least an octave, and she loses the ability to type words. As we know from countless televisions shows and, in some cases, our drunken uncles (drunkles?), incoherence is funny. So that’s #2.
Anyways, Mer and I were talking. Actually, I can show you exactly what slightly-doped-up-Mer looks like. Here: