Random thoughts on Psychosis

So, I'm willing to admit I have issues. I've already written about my stress over the odometer being symmetrical. While I don't care much if the house is dirty (I'm currently collecting spare dog parts under the table) I can't stand if the cupboards are open or the furnature isn't lined up with the lines of the hardwood flooring. SO I have problems. (Melissa, this is not a dialogue.)

I had a struggle of wills with my superstition tonight. While in the bathroom at Price.Club (it's so not called C.osco) the cheap little ladybug charm hanging from my purse broke free of the chain and fell IN the toilet. I stood over it, feeling omnious as if I'd just broken a mirror. I had to reassure myself, outloud none-the-less, "I don't need luck any more, I don't need luck any more". The fact that we have progressed through the stages of referral, LID, LOA *and* Notice of Coming saved me from fishing it out. Well, not really but it sounds more dramatic. I did have to force my stomach back into it's rightful place and ignore the dread of bad luck.

Issues, I know.

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