The Bloody Doors Off

She ate the cookies.

I didn’t know I wanted a cookie until the specific craving hit.

But they were gone.

I don’t blame her. I would’ve eaten all the cookies yesterday if I hadn’t stopped myself.

So my impulse control is showing a little improvement.

I managed to tamp down a minor compulsion to pack last night, by just doing my pill box and saying “that’s enough”. (I’m heading out of town for an overnight trip to see family.)

And it’s my crazyversary. Yet I am nonplussed.

I am, however, gaseous.

You don’t wanna be around me when I pass gas.

I don’t see how any of this is relevant.

This entire post is fluff.

I’ll probably leave it out of the first collection.