I Love My Neurosis -- I mean roses

I love my neuroses. So far I love all of them. I acknowledge and I accept them. Okay, maybe they don't save lives, but they're mine, you know. The right office supply, for example, can easily turn a regular unemployed day into something magical. Nope, I'm not joking. Part of me studying for the CA Bar involves me organizing. I'm not crazy, so I don't care about what color pen I use, but I have to have the right kinds of post-it and tabs. And earlier I convinced myself that I don't need these specific kind of beautiful, colorful, super-hero like tabs (the "One"). I was quitting tabs cold turkey. Well, I found a box that has some office supplies and I don't have to suffer anymore, you guessed it, I found the One. I can breathe easier. It feels like I won the lottery.

Did anyone notice if you have more that one neurosis you get a pretty flower that is a symbol of love and life? :)

Off to babysit.


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Update on babysitting: I have no idea what I did, but the mom said she's never heard her 3 year old talk so much to anyone. He was talking a lot. I was confused during most of our conversations. The kid had a new puppy who is as big as the kid and everytime the puppy jumped on the couch, stairs, or the kid, the kid would yell, "Jesus Christ." The puppy's name is My Lady.