Nightmare at MY House

I am going to try to get in the habit of posting atleast once a day, so bare with me… it’s going to be a rocky start.

Since ditching the meds, my head has been racing with thoughts I need to get out, but sadly right now I can’t seem to remember any of them. I have been thinking about the most ridiculously scary stuff too. While at my mother’s house I was able to watch LOTS of television. I don’t like to watch TV… albiet it is always on at my house… it’s usually on some kid stuff or a music channel.

SO… I was watching TV with my mother and crocheting… man, I am turning into an old lady… me and my fucking crochet. Don’t you dare tell a soul I do that on occasion. My mother does it, and I thought it would be fun. Oh MY FUCKING GOD… I just said that crocheting would be fun… stop reading here and look up some porn or something. geez.

OK OK OK… my story… I was watching Oprah with my mother… and they were showing these lovely pics of dust mites… so now I am having nightmares about these things. Crawling all over me in my sleep… in my mouth and nose… eating my dead flesh, etc….. stuff horror movies are made of, I tell ya.

Oprah changes her sheets every 2 days… right. I doubt that woman wipes her own ass, let alone changes her sheets… WHATEVER. ANYway… I am freaking out about these things. I am considering scouring with steel wool before bed…. and making sure I change my sheets right before I get in the bed… I may even consider sleeping on celophane I can wipe down everynight with bleach water or something… seriously… is there anything that freaks you?

I hate Oprah for showing close ups of those lil buggers… I will NEVER be the same.

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