Ugh. When am I allowed to get some freaking sleep? I'm beyond pooped. I didn't go to the stupid doctors appointment because I was just too tired and I didn't want Wellmon to talk about what I already know or prescribe me what I'm deathly allergic to. He's an idiot. I cannot emphasize this enough.
Since I'm in the process of OCD cleaning, I'm not sure when I'm going to sleep, even if I had the chance. I doubt I'll even lay down. I think Alex gets off at 10. I want to take my medication NOW so that I can hopefully fall asleep but I'm semi-worried he'll call the police again and then I'll have another broken door. I figured if he can't fix it (though he says he can - but I highly doubt it) I will tell D that I was burglarized. He probably won't believe me because I'm sure there is a police report in the newspaper. Even if he did believe me, it's not like he would care.
If I do try to sleep now, it's still going to take a long time until I lay down. I've got a bunch of sh!t on my bed because I was trying to clean. Plus I really would like to take a shower and I need to eat something. It's funny ... the whole eating thing. I'm trying to lose weight but I'm drinking weight gaining supplements.
Anyway. Everything is a very long process for me. I promise it's not me trying to annoy you if we have to go somewhere. It's my OCD taking control. I can't live if things aren't in order. I have an emotional break down and I feel like someone just took my most precious thing away from me. It's very dramatic and silly. I admit that I'm being ridiculous, but I can't help it. This is just how I am.
I am lucky because some people with OCD aren't happy with it. It hinders me from doing things when it gets intense, but most of the time I find joy in it. It pleases me that I'm tidy and I think it's funny that I'm so anal retentive. I also think it's funny because it annoys people, yet they're unusually intrigued. So in the end, everybody's happy.
Sort of.
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