But she got her blood drawn, had to pee in a cup, and was psycho-analyzed.... to make 40 dollars. In LadyBug terms, that is a pocketful of change. In the words of my uncle, "She is a girl of many sorts." Indeed, I am. Although I still am not sure what that means.
At least there was a cute research guy (wink, wink) who got to ask me my entire life history. Mostly questions in the realm of if I talk to invisible people... and if they talk back. Or if I think the TV is talking directly to me. Or if I thought I was a superhero (that would be sickkk). Seriously, that would be amazing. What kind of cool things can a LadyBug get into? Lots, if you ask me.
Luckily, this LadyBug found out she was not insane, which was a nice little pick me up when life gets you down. I may have some crazy tendencies (most notably driving to long island to take part in a study that involves having a MRI) but hey, at least I'm not hearing voices! And that sassy kids, I will leave you to ponder. Do you hear voices? If you do, tell them you want to be a superhero. Word out.