Obviously.
But then again, I am not well either.
Blame it on the purchasing and the subsequent eating of quite a respectable amount of Oreos lately, if you will.
You know, the ones that look like they might be The Devil's Oreos, but are marketed as just plain "with the creme in the middle" Oreos.
It's gotten so bad that the cashier at the supermarket is starting to give me The Raised Eyebrow when ringing them up for me so I felt the need to explain myself. "I've been feeling kind of weird since it started raining like this. I don't know why I bought these. I don't even like Oreos... Oh your dad works for Oreo? I didn't mean that these weren't yummy. I meant, ummm, have you seen the rain?" And then I realized she hadn't been raising her eyebrow at me, her eyebrow was stuck that way and I had entered the Twilight Oreo Zone and I ran, ran, ran, as fast as my little Moon Boots would take me.
But really it's the thesis of hell that's killing me. Softly. With his words. And since my deadline is the 31st and the damn thing isn't nearly done, I've confined myself to the house. Something I should've done way sooner, but as you know even my cats have more self restraint than I do. Except when under the influence of Cat Nip. Them, not me, I mean. I'm trying to cut back on that myself. I can't deal with the blackouts and flashbacks.
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