O.K. i'm obsessive-compulsive,

not about things like spelling and grammar, but the real unimportant things, like my desk at work.

Everything in my desk is placed at 90 degree angles, or 45 degree which i consider to be derivatives of 90 degrees. Not sure why it's my compulsion... i just obey.

Per Tess, see previous post for picture, i have begun to move one or two things in a more obtuse way, obtuse as in angle. i'm working on finding a balance in my life and my OCD's are getting in my way. My mother, Happy Belated Mom's day, was a borderline horder. It started with my sister and i and our mother had to keep every homework assignment, project, etc... we even did, forever. Then it evolved into just about everything.

"i don't know why i go to extremes" -Billy Joel

Thanks Billy, that song really sums me up. i'm either too high, or low, and there sure as hell are no in betweens. If i decide to take up running, what do i do? develop slowly, not me, i sign up for a marathon. If i go out and have a drink with some friends, there really is no such thing as a drink, it's gonna be drinksssss. If i buy a motorcycle, is it a nice cruiser? Not me, i get a Harley Touring class bike with all the bells'n whistles; fairings, windshield, CD player, heavy bags, plush seat, mp3 input, custom paint, etc...

i guess i'll keep looking for balance.

As predicted, i did not go for any runs during the weekend, or this morning. And i'm eating like garbage again. i find myself in a little bit of a funk.

no more of this internal revelational crap. i'm going back to the basics after this.

thanks again for reading!