I noticed today that I cannot stand it when drawers or doors are left open, or even more so, slightly ajar. Why this particular annoyance came into clarity today is a mystery to me. Surely I’ve noticed it before, given that I cannot go to sleep if my closet door is open or dresser drawers are cracked, but it never really struck me as a sort of obsessive thing until today.

Odd.

In a desperate bid for some time off, I have taken it upon myself to hug every kid at work who has thrown up, hacked up a lung, cultivated pus in their esophagus, or/and possessed a fever of 100 degrees or above. Extra hugs for the really young ones. Heck yes I’ll pat your back while you try to go to sleep. Here, go ahead and wear my hoodie, you look cold. As a bonus, all of this makes me look really compassionate.

Unfortunately, my prior attempt at pumping up my immune system seems to have worked. I have a stamina of +10. Dammit.

Yeah I’m a sick person, just not in the way that I’m currently aiming for.