I fear I may be losing my mind.
Why is it that I insist on combining Mom's phone number with other people's numbers when attempting to make a call? Surely, when calling my own phone, I would realize quickly enough that an Oregon area code is not going to work with a San Diego phone number. But no...
Why is it that I half expect to see a dead body in the elevator when I lazily sneak onto the elevator at work? Seriously! Every single time the door opens, I expect to see someone sprawled out, blood seeping through the carpets. As the door opens, I eagerly peer in through the crack, anticipating a body.
Why is it that when I look at my betta, I can imagine him in my mouth?? EW! All wiggly and slimy?
Why is it that when I look at aquarium fish larger than a couple inches I can instantly visualize them frying in a frying pan, their skin caked with batter?
Why is it I'm sitting here when I can now drive home and instead I'm typing away on my blog?