Mac&Cheese

I made the perfect bowl of mac&cheese. I'm assuming that's what it was that got me to where I am now. Upside down. I have no gravity. The ceiling is my ground. I have to be careful because if I go outside without my leash I will probably float in the air until I hit space...then I am guessing I'd die because I couldn't breathe. But I am not gonna test it out to see. It's not the same up here. People tell me they are jealous of my power. But I just wish I was normal again. My friends don't come over as much..unless they are showing me off to someone new. Sometimes I think it's cool. But I don't wanna be different anymore. Plus...I get lightheaded. And I don't like it. I wonder if I make some disgusting mac&cheese if I will go back to normal. Here goes nothing.