I'm sitting on the couch in that lovely 'after dinner' rest mode. Naomi is on the couch across from me looking confused as she talks on the phone with someone. Alyson is on the couch perpendicular to mine making a calendar of when the girls are menstruating so the boys know when to be careful around us. Dan R is sitting next to me listening to music that is too loud for his headphones, but I'm not complaining because I want to hear. Jeff is playing music and dancing around the open area. Jake and Emily are having a duel in the Dojo. Jemma just went to sleep. And we lost Josh a while ago.
I can barely hear anything, people are shouting and yelling and singing and making dramatic statements. Tensions were high just a few minutes ago during an intense debate and drama sesh about Machon. But now we've hit a hysterical point. And I can't even keep track of what's happening. Jake's outside and we just had an entire conversation (if you could call it that) using just sign language. Alyson is being Alsyon. And we still haven't found Josh. And there goes Ariel, having just taken a shower and forgotten to bring clothes, walking past in just a towel. Koreem just came out, so more and more people are venturing outside. It's really cold, but I might join them anyway.
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