i do all sorts of weird, neurotic things throughout my day. john likes to call this 'nudgy.' i'm 'nudgy.' (i'm not, the word means naggy or nervous/edgy. i'm not nudgy, i'm just detailed and only with my own things.) plenty of you view my organizational efforts as such, like my master packing list. i also make all my lunches on sunday and line them up in the fridge. there may or may not be days of the week labels involved. little things like that that less organized or detail oriented folks find totally neurotic. i'm normally fine with this, because my life runs super efficiently and i have time management down to an science, like a well-oiled and relaxed machine. minus this temporary set back called the moving process, but i'll be back to normal come monday.
however, there is one little neurotic detail that even i admit is completely ridiculous. and this number one most neurotic thing? i cannot have manual clocks or watches in my room at night. because i can hear the ticking. any watches i own have to stopped at night and reset the next time i wear them because i can hear the tick tick tick of the stupid second hand, as loud as if it were pressed to my ear. even if it's buried under the sweaters in my dresser drawer, even if i took a melatonin and passed out, i will wake up to the tick. tick. tick. tick. at 2 a.m. wall clocks are even worse, they have no place in my home. the sound drives me into a downward spiral of sleeplessness and rage that can only be stopped by permanently terminating the ticking sound at all costs.
like captain hook.
because i'm crazy.
anyway, happy national dog day, from our neurotic home to yours!