Thank you OCD

Well, either the pills are working or a neuron carved a new path in my brain or Xenu has graced me with extraterrestial rays that repair negative brain vibes or...something.

Cos, truth is, I'm feelin alright. Ya man, whoo! Alright. Not too bad, too good, just alright. Likin' it. I can dig.

So impending bbq is approaching. How is all that meat going to be cooked? I'm not touching it! Where will everyone sit? How will I keep people from being bored and hating me forever? Will fist fights break out?

What can I tell you of any interest? Very little. Mostly just getting up to buying 2 of something with the intention of returning one after I make an informed decision in the comfort of my own home, getting home, deciding a few days later, discovering the tag for the one I want to return is gone, getting annoyed, looking for it briefly in the trash, giving up, deciding to try to return it anyway and then the next day, realizing I'd rather keep it and return the one I do have tags for because the one I was going to return is actually more comfortable upon some reflection. I am fun to live with.

What else? I made some muffins on the weekend. 12 of them. I ate 7 of them in 2 days. They were good muffins.

It's pretty much all about good times with me lately.

Tonight, after work, I go to gym to increase my elbow strength and eyelid flexibility. Nothing like a good pancreas stretch for enhanced stamina.

Oh guess what? Remember how I had this thing with my teeth where I had to floss this one spot so it wouldn't hurt and then I became obsessed with flossing? Well it paid off. I went to a university's school of dentistry to try to become a patient in the student clinic and they told me I didn't have anything for them to work on and that my oral hygiene was unusually exceptional. Thank you OCD!