As I work through the disorder in my office and wrangle it back under control, I have come to realize I am dead. I know this because if I was going to create Hell for an OCD person, it would look a whole lot like my life! Not saying I’m obsessive compulsive. I just like things to have a home and be in their place. I figure I died in high school. I drove a little dangerously..no..a lot dangerously and was very lucky. I only had one accident and I thought I survived. Things are a little fuzzy and hard to remember back then and I suppose that has something to do with the dying. So, now that I acknowledge that I am dead and that this is a made up reality, can whatever greater power put me here please wiggle your nose and have everything instantly collated and filed?! Oh, and while you’re at it please get my taxes done. Thanks.
