Treinta y Nueve: Neurotic to the bone, no doubt about it

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Treinta y Nueve: Neurotic to the bone, no doubt about it

By Diz ⋅ December 5, 2007 ⋅

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Worked till 6:30 tonight and obsessed over the following:

It’s snowing? But, what if it sticks? I just bought Colbert, I can’t drive him in the snow! What? There’s traffic? Great. Just great. Stupid late night. Stupid weather.
Hey, Colbert doesn’t have an inspection sticker! Oh no! I better call the dealer! Dealer says get him inspected when the permanent registration comes. What if that’s wrong? I’ll just spend four hours after work Googling for a definitive answer. I can’t find one! Oh look… here’s something in my contract with the dealer. Fourteen days after permanent registration. Hmm.
Oh my God! I thought I just couldn’t access my voicemail, but my phone isn’t sending texts! Or letting me make outgoing calls! Or letting me call AT&T Customer Care! Did I not pay a bill? Of course not. I always pay. Why won’t the site let me email Customer Care? What the hell?! Oh… perhaps I should shut the phone off and turn it back on. Gee, that worked, what d’ya know. Wish I’d thought of that before missing the call from the doctor’s office.
They screwed up my paperwork for my car loan? I have to go sign new paperwork? Oh, all right… but there’s going to be traffic after work. Darn it. And I should probably get gas and not let my tank get down to E. New car, new rules.
It’s freezing. The door hinge is now squeaking, not popping. It must be the weather, right? What if it isn’t the weather? Maybe Colbert is diseased.
I have laundry to do! Ugh, so much laundry. But Saturday is the anniversary of Lennon’s death, so it’s off to Strawberry Fields. I should start listening to Beatles songs on the iPod. Maybe I can do laundry Saturday morning. I need a heavier jacket if we’re going to hang out all day. Oh, and I should charge my camera. Too much to do!

I am neurotic. Yes, yes I am. Let’s ignore the fact that it’s only Wednesday, and I’ve already managed to freak out about enough things to get me to the weekend.

I hope that you, reader, are way more laid-back and chill than I am. And if so? Help a gal out! I need tips.