Procrastination moment....continued

So it's about three hours later, and that Justin Timberlake song has been on loop, and I have listened to it...36 times. And I didn't even notice. And I enjoyed it every single time.

I was at dinner last night with the crew and I mentioned to M. that I'd gotten really annoyed after figuring out I'd left my ipod in her car the night before when we went running. I told everyone it drove me nuts because most mornings I wake up and there's a song in my head--I have no idea how it gets there or how my brain selects it, but for instance the day I didn't have my ipod it was Janet Jackson's "Pleasure Principal"--and I have to listen to it as soon as I'm in a position to do so. So not having the ipod was kind of a big deal....and, crickets. I finish this vignette and everyone is looking at me like I said I like sniffing men's feet. After they play basketball. In the rain. And M. chimes in with "yeah, she's the OCD poster child, although she has no idea." What's funny is that I'm totally aware that I'm OCD, I just never thought anyone noticed. Always amusing to think that your little bizarro secrets are actually quite exposed and are the subject of great mirth to your friends and loved ones.

So I'm publicly embracing my OCD and telling the world that I listened to the same song 36 times. 36 times! And I'm going to listen to it again!! And then I'm going to go wash my hands repeatedly!!