May 16, 2006 22:53
I have always thought I had a slight case of Obsessive Compulsive Disorder and today proved that to be very true. After finally painting my room I spent almost an hour re-arranging the furniture in my room. I have a very particular way of rationalizing how my bedroom should be set up. I know it sounds messed up but certain things need to be in their certain way for me to not freak out. Which is where my OCD comes in. Just ask Kathy, she got so frustrated with me she just left. Right after she left, I put my room back to exactly how it was before I painted it...I have problems.
Speaking of problems, my body is still covered in a colorful array of bruises. As most of you may already know I took quite a tumble down a flight of stairs on Friday at Carthage, and YES I was in fact S-O-B-E-R. I'm sick of people asking me that when I show them the bruises and tell them the story. The good news, despite the giant bright bruises, is that I have re-gained most of the use in my left arm again! No doctor for this kid.
The other day my family informed me that they think of me as the hippie child. I've always known I am the weird one of my family. No surprise there. And I guess it IS better than being the 'up tight' one or 'screw up' like my sister and brother were named during this conversation. But a hippie? I just don't see it.