Lost marbles? Hell no. I know EXACTLY where every marble is.

This weekend floated by all too fast. I did get to see my old friend Y, who's happy and doing well, and apfelsingail, to whom I donated a few hours of manual labor (thus hopefully burning off the many, many simple carbs I ate on Sunday).

Then, this morning I got my head shrunk. Bah. Now I have a little bitty head and a professional opinion that I probably have OCD. Huh. This isn't necessarily so bad since OCD is one of those spectrum things that it's possible to have just a little bit of, which would be my case... but I still feel some skepticism. First, really, who out there doesn't have any compulsive behavior? And also, plenty of things are good to do regularly/ritually, so I doubt that zero compulsiveness is the optimal or normal human level. I dunno... I'm not denying the initial diagnosis, but I was also getting the feeling that anyone with any bad habit might have resulted in the same opinion from her. So I have my little OCD reading list now, and that should be kind of fun and relevant to learn about, but at the same time I feel just a bit cheated. This is a downer if she's right and a different kind of downer if she's wrong. Oh, but wait... did I just say I'm down... and isn't there depression in my family? Clearly it's clinical. Somebody get me some meds before I flip out and open fire on my officemates.