I find myself turning into a crazy old lady more and more lately...

This morning I was talking to things in my bathroom. Not only talking to them but also assigning personality traits to them as well...I guess it makes me feel less crazy.

I really thought it strange that I said "good morning" to my contact lenses. But I also decided that my contact lenses are a little hard of hearing so I yelled it like they are in a nursing home.

I later stubbed my toe on the trashcan and apologized to it profusely.

Even the cat looks at me weird (i.e: jealously).

Quote of the Week: It's hard out there for a pimp but it's hard out there for a person too

I can't make this stuff up.