I tend to pack my weeks into single days...
6 boring routine days,.. and everything happens in one day...
A good day,.. but a long one...
I'm home on my 19th hour.... just tucked in to bed, and I lit the wrong end of my cigarette...
...looking for scissors,.. I lean and drop my netbook on the floor while I realize I have no ashtray...
I have to untangle the netbook cord to get up to find scissors to cut off the flaming filter from my smoke and find ashtray to stop this horrible stink...
It goes on...
...but, I'm resettled...
On the drive home,.. at 2pm,... having consumed, but not being intoxicated... but still paranoid about being pulled over...(this is rare,.. but...)...
I realize,.. I have a new phobia...
I can't allow my car stereo volume to rest on an odd number... 24 is too loud, but I must adjust to 22...
23,.. is not an option.. it just wouldn't feel right...
I must get an even number...
20 will do... but not 21...
I couldn't live with 21...
To some folks... normal folks,... it wouldn't matter...
.. but, I must settle on an even number...
I don't know why...
Am I alone in this?... I don't know...
It would strike me odd, if no one else had this preoccupation with being even...
... but, it would freak me out totally, if someone had an identical preoccupation with odd numbers...
Can you imagine?.. someone insane enough to need to adjust to only odd numbers?...
What kind of crazy is that?...
Ahhhhhhh... I feel better now...
I've just rationalized myself,.. and my OCD back into the sane category...
Odd numbers would be nuts...
Even makes perfect sense...
I'm at peace...
...and once more... the world is spinning in greased grooves...
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Peace and good will to all... and to all a good night...
Just don't tell me odd numbers are correct...
It could upset the balance of the universe...
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