We - Monique, Steph and I were petrified but I wasn't my self, I was in hysterics. It had past the point of horrifying to all I could was laugh and discover the humour in this irrational chapter. Hearing things can be exciting. Grab the butcher knife and the knife sharper, 'I AM WOLVERINE' I exclaimed waiting at the highest pinnacle of the staircase for the unknown to uncover themself. Maybe it was more than one person? I still don't know, and I couldn't care at all to be honest because it was so fucking funny, that I couldn't do anything but laugh and be happy. I realised that night, that when I've either been spiked or just genuinely happy all I want to do is draw surrealisically all over my walls and write. I was also, unusually motivated to read books and books. This was strange. But I was so happy.