I seriously think I have lost it. Yeah, yeah I know there are those of you who would argue that I lost it a long time ago. You may be right. But now I know I officially lost it. I dropped my basket. I just vaccuumed the floor, steam cleaned it, scrubbed it on my hands and knees with a rag, and then polished it on my hands and knees with a rag. This is crazy. I don't know what compelled me to do this. I don't know if it is that some planet is in retrograde. I don't know if it is because it is the year of the monkey and I realized that a monkey is running for president and this could be a bad sign. But for some reason, my little brain (read: the little hamster running on the wheel in my little brain) decided that all would be good in the world if I santized the floor to the point that one could eat off of it. (and due to all the polish, do a stunning impersonation of Tom Cruise.) It could also be that I get some minor enjoyment watching the dogs slide all around after the polish is put on. But anyways, I think that I need some sort of medication to slow that fucking hamster down because sometimes he is more hyper than a 6 year old with ADD. Then there are times when he sits there like a fucking sloth eating Doritos and drinking Cherry Coke. What the fuck is that little fuckers problem? Like right now he is thinking about how polish and Polish are spelled the same but do not sound the same and cannot for the life of himself remember what it is called when that happens with words. And if anyone is wondering why the hamster is a man and not a woman...? Fuck if I know.
