The Bloody Doors Off

There’s stuff I’ve noticed recently. About myself. How I have all my pill bottles lined up in a certain order. (No, not label faced out.) That I can’t resist buying an extra can of coffee when it’s $6.99. Not $7.00, that’s too much. $6.00.

I space out at odd times. I’ll put the kettle on, and steep a tea bag. Actually remind myself to go back in a few minutes to get it. And then forget for half an hour. I have two different sets of cutlery but only like to use one kind.

Man, I’m fucked up.