Detachable Wrist.

Some thoughts. By Deezenuts Bucktoothmuckraking Geniuse. I have a headache, and I don't want to talk to ANYONE until it goes away. Until it goes away. Until it goes away, way way, way, which way? Away! The man is talking to me on the blasted screen and I'm talking back, impressed with the so little yet trusting discharged context between us and the napkins on the dinner tables in our brains. It's amazing what grids can do. Your life is a grid within a grid, and all of the environmental influences shoot across the grid, and land somewhere on the grid. What I'm trying to say is, everything can be found on the grid! Just be careful not to walk in square feet. That will almost surely give you OCD. I know this because my wood floor is in squares, not long planks like my old wood floor in my old Queens apartment THREE BLOCKS AWAY (where we had a dog!). Whenever I walked around my house, usually from point A to point B or point D back to point A or point F to point C, I would make sure my foot was at a precise angle in the square on the floor, since the tiny planks were precisely the size of my size eight woman-foot. Sometimes, and I know there are no 'sometimes' in the world of inalterable OCD, but sometimes I would have to step in floorboard squares that were right next to each other as a 'rule' and if I didn't, well, like any OCD acquiesce, my legs would feel uncomfortable and the discomfort in my muscles would creep up to my hips and from my hips it would seep into my nervous system and travel to my brain and tell my brain that the warlock in the closet is displeased. That would simply give me an unpleasant feeling. And that, dear friends and worrywarts, is how OCD works!

I take so many drugs when I'm well, I forget what to do when I'm sick.